Just to be clear, this is not a sweet post. There are stabby feelings involved.

The little hummingbird’s 2nd BIRTHDAY!! is next Friday and this birthday seems harder than her first. She’s growing up so fast!

She’s getting her hair trimmed for the first time this Saturday, expect pictures of her or possibly me crying, and she’s also starting her toddler gymnastics class this weekend.

I’m hoping the class will tire her out just a little because jeebus, her energy is neverending!

When my mom first came to visit after my little girl was born, she kept saying “they grow up so fast”. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her, it’s just at the time it didn’t sound so bad since it might mean I wouldn’t be so sleep deprived.

When I see new parents, I find myself saying the same thing to them but I’m sure they’re thinking what I did, “Uh huh, okay, sure”.

What I didn’t know back when my daughter was first born was that once you become a parent, you will forever be sleep deprived, whether it’s because of teething (the hummingbird is getting three new teeth and has been waking up in the middle of the night) or worry.

When I was looking for the photo I took to show my husband’s inability to hang up clothes heh in my last post, I came across one of my absolute favorite pictures of my little girl. She wasn’t quite 3 months old, she didn’t have that much head control, and she wasn’t able to sit up on her own yet.

I was holding her up on her changing table with one hand and trying to take the picture with my other while making sure she didn’t topple over.

The outfit she was wearing was also my favorite and her baby mohawk was pretty tame that day.

I finally got the sense to prop her up in the glider so I wouldn’t have to juggle her and the camera.

Here’s one that shows her baby mohawk better.

I had just gotten that barrette and since the company said it would stay in with just a tiny bit of hair, I wanted to see for myself. That’s why I put it in such a weird place. The hummingbird slept through the whole thing.

That barrette and many others got a lot of mileage because people were always calling her a boy.

We even got pink bunny covers to put on the straps of her carrier and there would still be someone who would ask what our little boy’s name was or tell us that we have such a cute little boy.

Even though my hubby and I were trying to avoid a lot of pink, we started putting her in more and more pink clothes to make it obvious that no, she wasn’t a little boy.

One day we put her in a pink shirt with jeans and a pink barrette in her hair. We went to the grocery store and had her in her carrier with her pink bunny cover straps and a pink blanket. She looked like baby Pepto Bismol.

We made it through the store without anyone calling her a boy.

While we were checking out, the cashier smiled and said “your little boy is adorable”.

Stab, stab, stab.

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4 Responses to Just to be clear, this is not a sweet post. There are stabby feelings involved.

  1. lol at the pepto-checkout-boy-call.

    I’m sure your little sweetpea is well beyond those comments now.

    When I was 7 I chopped off all my hair, and so I REMEMBER the countless times people called me a boy. To my face.

    I’m still scarred.


  2. Jennifer G. April 5, 2011 at 16:12 #

    Precious photos! Love the barrette.
    You’re right about always being sleep deprived as a parent — no matter how old your children are. I hate to say this because I don’t want to freak out your more fragile new mom readers. But my boys are 5 and 6 and I still never get an uninterrupted night of sleep. Someone will always have a bad dream, or a leg cramp, or need a drink of water, or hear a strange noise, or it’s too dark, or it’s too light…

  3. themomsmith April 5, 2011 at 21:23 #

    My daughter didn’t have a lot of hair until she was almost 3…but she was covered in pink. 🙂

  4. neeroc April 8, 2011 at 19:00 #

    I had people call v a boy when she was in a dress! People are weird. And oh my squee she’s so adorable.

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