I saw these baby shoes in a store the other day.
They are sparkly. They are metallic. They are Mary-Janes (my favourite shoe style for, like, my entire 27 years on this planet).
I didn’t buy them, even though it just about killed me. It is no secret that I want a baby girl (next, if possible, but I can wait until Kiddo #3 … or #4 … or #5 … Did I mention I won’t stop until I get a girl, OR until I have enough boys for a boyband?).
Here’s my conversation with Darling Husband while I showed him the shoes:
ME: If we have a girl, I’ll spend a lot more on clothes than I am for Baby Boy.
DARLING HUSBAND: I know.
ME: I mean, I love buying clothes for him. But it’s way easier to resist a graphic tee that says “Superhero” than it is to resist SPARKLY MARY-JANES.
DARLING HUSBAND: Uh-huh.
ME: And pink-striped TIGHTS! And HAIRBOWS! And LEGGINGS! And … and … SUNDRESSES! Oh my God, I can sew SUNDRESSES!
DARLING HUSBAND: Yes, Dear.
ME: Maybe I should just buy the shoes—?
DARLING HUSBAND: No.
ME: … Well, it’s a good thing I’ve saved us so much money with Baby Boy’s clothes. You know, buying used stuff, getting hand-me-downs …
DARLING HUSBAND: Yup.
ME: … Because then I can go ALL OUT buying girl clothes someday!
DARLING HUSBAND: Can we go?