Sunday, November 16, 2008
It Tastes Better in Pink
Posted by Maleen
The color pink—I really don't see what is so great about it. I actually hated it growing up, and you couldn't pay me to wear that color. When I started having little girls of my own, I became a bit more enamored with pink, but I do get a bit sick of everything being pink. When I had June, all her 0-3 month clothes were pink; and then almost everything 3-6 months was blue to balance out my senses. Just today I had Daisy dressed in these cute little blue pajamas with ducks on them (clearly made for a boy) and someone looked at Daisy and asked me how old he was. Don't worry, even when I dress my kids in pink, someone still gets the gender wrong.
My girls have heartily adopted the "girl" colors. They like pink, purple, red, and sometimes orange and yellow. Ivory especially likes the girly colors and it is sometimes a problem. At mealtime, we have a few pink bowls, and Ivory insists that she needs a pink bowl. Now, I just get the bowls down and fill them up with food; I don't really pay attention to the color. But the girls are very aware of what is in front of them. If someone makes a special request, I will usually get them a certain color, but other than that, 'you get what you get and you don't throw a fit'. We have had to use this phrase often. The older girls are proud that they no longer really care what color they get, but Ivory still tends to cry if her sister has a pink bowl and she got some other (lesser) color. I have tried very hard to explain to Ives that the food is the same, it doesn't taste better in a pink bowl. "Would you rather eat, or have the pink bowl?" is a phrase I sometimes use, because I don't mind putting an empty pink bowl in front of someone and see how long it takes them to figure out that they chose wrong.
Like I said, Ivory is the one we have been working on the most. Oddly enough, her cup color doesn't seem to matter as strongly, it is only the bowl. So the other night, we had handed out bowls and Ivory looked down at hers. She then looked up at me beaming and said proudly, "I got the pink one and I didn't throw a fit!"
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Um, I guess we will keep working on her. At least she is starting to get the idea.
at 8:52 PM