Maybe. . .

. . . just maybe, Nico isn't going to be a complete tomboy after all. Not that there is anything wrong with being a tomboy. I was one for a time-- always wanting to do exactly what my brothers did! And oh how my dad lamented my refusal to wear dresses and skirts. . .

I'm laughing because I just saw the first gender-stereotyped behavior from Nico tonight: She wanted to try on clothes.



She was post-bath, in PJs, and rummaging through the bag of 18+ month clothes we're borrowing from Quinn that I still haven't put away. She pulled out a pair of green-with-white-polka-dot bloomers and asked to put them on ("Peaz?"). So, we put them on her. Over her PJs. And she proceeded to walk around the house like a first-class fashionista.

Oh, how we must suffer for fashion!

Of course, this was preceded by a romp around our muddy yard after school, playing in dirt and trying to eat a piece of the terracotta plant pot she had just broken.

So, really, it could either way.

Happy Friday!

And note, she says, "Nico" (but it sounds like Naco)