yesterday joe asked what i needed him to do, so i had him take claire on a daddy-daughter date. i suggested just going to mcdonalds, share some fries, and get some of her energy out. so he did. upon arriving, three families from our ward (with lots of boys) were already there. claire joined right in.
joe got her a happy meal, picked the girl toy, because shes a girl, duh.
wrong choice. upon seeing what the boys had, she forgot all about the pink my-little-pony, and when she came home had a toy monster truck in her hand. hasn't left her sight since.
sleeps, eats, plays with it all. day. long.
i try and get her to like more girly things. but she just might be my tough sports-playing diva. we literally had to block the view of the boy undies when we went to get them so she wouldn't freak out over having to wear the girly stuff. she likes girly, pink and purple, sparkles, but.... hates pretties in her hair or on her head, doesn't care for dress ups, and has perma-bruises on her shins from playing rough. and i. love. her.