With all this business of single-ish parenting, not eating anything that wasn’t blessed by britney fairies and tantrums about apples and socks, I haven’t even had a chance to tell you about the best thing ever.
And that my friends, is dressing up a little girl baby.
Oh I know. Duh. But really, it’s amazing.
When you were little did you love dressing up your Jem and the Hologram dolls in your Barbie clothes and vice versa? You never actually played with the dolls, you just dressed them in their sportswear, brushed their hair and then dressed them for their wedding. Having a girl is like that except super-er.
It’s super-er because she smiles and makes goo sounds and poses. Those dumb Barbies just sat there all rigamortis. I’m here to tell you friends, it’s better than I imagined.
And and AAAANd. Like all of Ruby’s clothes are handmedowns. I can’t even imagine the greatness of shopping and dressing a little girl. Well, handmedowns EXCEPT for her signature head piece.
Now you all may remember that I take a firm stance against giant hair flowers on babies. It’s just too New Jersey Housewives for me. When I dress Ruby, I try to dress her like I’d dress me except mini. I mean to a degree I guess. I don’t have 90 pairs of leggings in every shade of chartreuse. I wish.
Back to Ruby’s signature headpieces. So I found these on Etsy and when they came, I knew I had a winner. As a friend of mine put it, she looks like a 1950’s housewife. YES. That’s exactly how I want my baby to look. So I ordered more.
I loved them so much that I emailed her asking if she’d consider being a sponsor of the Modgblog. I NEVER do that. But I felt like you guys would eat these bad boys up. And I wanted to post a billion pictures of Ruby in them for you. Winners all around.
So I present to you Little Hipsqueaks. She also makes baby hats and blankets, but these headbands in my opinion are the answer for those of you who don’t want a giant flower on your baby’s head. They also come in toddler size.
Every morning it takes me a good 20 minutes to dress this child. With G it was a tshirt and jeans and bam, ice cream stains and poop smears and we’re out the door. This is another story.
B: (from downstairs) ARE YOU READY YET?
Me: YES I AM.
B: Then let’s go!
Me: We’re not ready yet!
B: You JUST said you were ready!
Me: I AM READY
B: What on earth are you talking about?
Me: RUBY ISN’T READY YET.
B: Oh jesus.
Me: Don’t be rude, it’s really hard when a girl can’t figure out her outfit.
Me: She felt you roll your eyes. You’re making her feel bad. We’ll be in the bathroom fixing our hair.
B: I can’t deal with this.
So yes friends, having a girl is everything I dreamed about and more. I’m told I have like 2-3 more years of deciding outfits for her and then she’ll drive to Victoria’s Secret and buy thongs and padded bras with the money she earned from selling the clothes I bought for her on Poshmark from her iPhone. Yeah.
So I’ll enjoy this while I can. Deal with it B.
MODG and Ruby.
And Ruby’s head pieces.