I can totally understand the first 6 months- especially since we chose to be surprised. All the clothes were yellow and green, he had no hair, long eye lashes... I get it. But now he's 9 1/2 months and wears the most boyish clothes you've ever seen. It just seems glaringly obvious to me. Maybe I'm a bit biased ;)
Today, Niall had to get his first flu shot (not fun), so we put on our clothes and made our way to the doctor's office. Let me give you a little snap shot of what he was wearing: a black t-shirt with a giant construction truck on it with the inscription "TONKA"- as in Tonka trucks... as in BOYS. Then, on the bottom he was wearing dark khaki cargo shorts that came down below his knees.
So, sure enough, the nurse calls us back, gives him a good look up and down, and asks me how old "SHE" is. What part about this outfit screams "I'm a girl!"?? I just can't wrap my head around it.
Of course, I politely tell her it's a boy and she apologizes. I immediately say "Oh, don't worry about it." Well, I'm ready to start telling people to worry about it. If I'm ever unsure with someone else's little one, I ask "how old is your baby?" I don't just make an assumption- unless the kid is wearing a pink and purple flowered dress. Come on people!
What is the longest it took people to stop confusing your kid's gender?
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