Mother of a Girl

As if the busy Saturday schedule was not busy enough, in between ballet and piano, we squeezed in a birthday party today. The boy is turning 5 years-old. I asked the father what he would like. "He loves cars," said he. We got him a yellow Honda spots car model 1/18 Limited Edition to add to his collection. The number here means it is one/18th of the actual car size. How much easier could it get?

My girl here has a complecated collection of everything concerning Cinderella, things I am so ready to dump if I have it my way. There is so much to do with a girl than a boy. I never imagined myself raising a boy. First I don't have the experience of being a boy. Secondly, I wonder what kind of fun I would have with a boy. Cars are neutural and timeless. Things grilie you can express your likes and dislikes like you grow up one more time. On our way to the party, Sienna requested that she returns to the house for her hairband. I asked her how that object connected to the fun she would have at that party. And at the end, I rejected her request with good reasoning.

Sienna does like some things that are not particularly girlish. Puzzles, for example, are her all time favourite. To begin our busy day, she had the mind to concentrate on puttng together a 100-piece puzzle in the morning.