14 weeks, a zillion blue outfits, and one tired mama later, and I’m beginning to wonder if I need to get him a onesie that says I’M A BOY.
I mean, seriously? He’s wearing corduroys.
To protect my poor boy’s fragile sense of self-worth from any more gender confusion, I’ve considered the following:
+Airbrush on pecs
+Wear jock strap over diaper
+Buy him a box of cigars
+Decorate stroller with car manuals and Old Spice
+Wrap him in WWF blanket
To be perfectly honest, I’m not actually upset. I realize babies’ faces are fairly gender neutral. In fact, it’s kind of a compliment. Who doesn’t want a pretty baby?
As always, here are WT’s weekly pictures. Feel free to smile and coo and say what a cute little girl he is.