Sugar and Spice

March 26, 2007

WonderBaby is a girly-girl. A train-and-truck-lovin’ bitch-slappin’ thug of a girly-girl, but a girly-girl nonetheless.

(That bitch-slappin’ thug part, I am not making up. You don’t mess with the WonderBaby. She will take you down. Older or bigger children who see opportunity – easy! candy (or, more usually, toy trains) from a baby! – in her tiny form learn their lessons quickly and painfully: you try (try) to take her train and you will receive a shove or a thump or a smack and a loud, remonstrative NO. But that’s a whole ‘nother post.)

She’s a girly-girl. And she’s a girly-girl who loves her some glitter and glam. Ring-toys and stuffed snakes become bracelets and boas; beads become stroller-bling; all bags become purses, carefully slung over wee shoulders or into the crooks of tiny arms and toted proudly ’round the house.

She does not get this from me. I have never carried a purse in the crook of my arm in her presence (I’m a messenger bag kinda girl), nor have I ever angled my wrists just so, the better to let a bangle catch the light. Come to think of it, I have not slipped bangles on my wrists nor flung scarves jauntily over my shoulders nor traipsed or flounced in any way since she was born. I have been, for the most part, Frump Mom. (I am not proud of this fact; I am simply stating it for the descriptive record. Again, whooole ‘nother post.) There is nothing glamour or glitz about me, nothing flouncy or traipsy or oooh look pretty shiny! And on the rare occasion that I have slipped on a pointy stiletto and jewellry and sashayed proudly around our living room (you know, for kicks), she has been long asleep.

So how is it that ten minutes in her presence would convince you that she’s being reared by Tyra Banks? (Tyra Banks with boxing gloves and a penchant for pink strollers, but still. Someone fierce.)

I had always thought that I would not encourage any daughter of mine in frilly excesses. I would not push pink, I would not push dolls (unless two-headed or otherwise subverted in their preciousness), I would not push princesses. I would not peddle pretty pretty. If she was going to gravitate toward these things, fine, but she would do so of her own accord, and not because they were the only options available. So it is that WonderBaby has, since birth, been surrounded by books and blocks and trains and the odd odd dolly. And, since she encountered one during a visit with a friend, a toy stroller. A toy stroller that is now thoroughly be-blinged with makeshift costume jewellry and covered in all manner of small bag and scarf and inhabited by whatever stuffed comrade is deemed deserving of pimped-out pasha treatment.

Sure, she loves her trains. And she can work a soccer ball like nobody’s bizniss. But that soccer ball is a shiny pink-and-silver confection of a thing, and those trains inevitably get tucked away in a twee little handbag and hooked over the handle of a bright pink stroller bestrewn with garlands of beads and ribbons (her own design, no less.)

Where did she come from, this wee, sparkly glamazon of a girl? And why do I – black-clad hipster doofus of a Gen-X/Y feminist – love it so much?

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    mo-wo March 27, 2007 at 11:58 pm

    That black outfit looks a bit Wednesday Addams so maybe I don’t get it?

    Lady M March 28, 2007 at 4:51 am

    Oh, that priceless picture of the little pink handbag over her arm as she trots away. :)

    whymommy March 28, 2007 at 6:52 am

    I simply adore Wonderbaby! I hope my Widget grows up to appreciate such fine, well-rounded girls! (His doll is woefully underloved, but not fom lack of my feminist encouragings….)

    Her Bad Mother March 28, 2007 at 7:11 am

    Mo-wo: the goth-baby outfit in the first picture is my creation. SHE accessorized it with gold evening gloves and a wee beaded handbag (and, later, a pink scarf.)

    radioactive girl March 28, 2007 at 8:12 am

    Isn’t it amazing how having a child can change even your views on something as simple as this? I am total frump mom/tomboy mom too and have on daughter that is so girl I almost wonder where she came from. My other daughter is more like me, but still much more girly and stylish than me.

    Bloor West Mama March 28, 2007 at 10:32 am

    Wonderbaby is too adorable!

    I love how they are there own little persons now. I love seeing their personalities emerge, it is really amazing.

    Lawyer Mama March 28, 2007 at 12:02 pm

    I’m a little jealous. My boys are very boyish! Wonderbaby sounds like a perfect combo of glitter and substance.

    V-Grrrl March 29, 2007 at 3:30 am

    I love your description of Wonderbaby’s budding fashion sense. I’ve got a girly girl who likes to fix her own hair. I’ve always let her do that and let me tell ya, it gets mighty interesting. Ahem.

    Nancy March 29, 2007 at 8:01 pm

    I have two girly-girls myself. I really have no idea where they come from.

    Dana March 30, 2007 at 2:23 pm

    Nothing wrong with a girly girl! She’s adorable!

    Damselfly April 3, 2007 at 10:07 am

    A bitch-slapping girly-girl? I wish she was mine. Sooo cute!

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