I apologize to anyone whose favorite color happens to be pink, but I would love to find the people responsible for tagging baby girls with this color and place them in a brightly lit pink room--pink carpets, pink painted walls, pink ceiling--and play Pink loudly through a pair of pink speakers. And when their indigestion hits, I'd force feed them a big spoonful of pink Pepto and ask if they were convinced of pink's disturbing characteristics. I'd leave them in the room until they realized the error of their ways but not until they decided to change the baby girl color to something easier on the stomach and the eyes. Perhaps light green.
Yesterday Elaine and I stood in the baby section of Target, barcode scanner in hand, filling out our baby registry. I don't think either of us realized just how hard this would be. We had a checklist, we had ideas, but still the lingering questions, the distinct possibility that we were leaving off essentials. Not that we had to get everything on this first go with the scanner, but we were unsure of what we were looking at much less what we needed to be looking at. Crib: check. Stroller: check. Changing table: check. What's next?: check.
Actually, I think things went okay until we moved to the clothes. Staring at all of that pink, my heart sunk. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be having a baby girl. Girl was and is my preference. But looking at all of that pink. Frilly, lacy, ugly pink. Thankfully, Elaine also dislikes pink, or at least she doesn't intend to swathe the baby from head to toenail in that godawful color. It's unavoidable, but I think we will stick to the yellows and greens, mixing in pink only when and if necessary.
I guess I should move on. Get over it. Accept the fact that I'll need to get used to pink. Let pink grow on me, like a fungus, until I'm a pinkophile.
But her room will not be pink. And she won't be sleeping on pink sheets wearing pink pajamas.
And when she's old enough and rebels against her dad, I'm sure it will be to wear pink, but I swear she will never, ever listen to Pink. Or Madonna.
If so, I'll disown her. Then I'll paint her room pink.
I have to say that I was quite impressed with the selection of high-tech baby equipment, and this even though we weren't at the best of Targets. Tomorrow, we'll be hitting Babies R Us and I'm sure to find their toys even more to my liking.
But the best find of the day can be seen in the picture below. Don't ask...