My new camera battery died...and the charger stopped working.
They call this the perfect storm.
Now that I'm excited about infusing semi-nice pictures into my blog posts, it didn't feel right to post something without including a few.
We are back in the game.
When I was in college, I took a class my senior year.
Let me clarify...I took many classes my senior year, but the funny thing about senior year in college is that is sometimes filled with what I like to refer to as "filler classes".
You have to hit a certain number of credits to graduate.
Some people fill them with phy-ed classes.
I was never that girl.
My filler class...Human Sexuality.
It was awesome.
My professor was an older woman with just enough bite to keep you on your toes.
I still remember when I referred to a breast as a "boob" and she went off on a 10 minute tangent about the degrading manner in which the term "boob" was created.
I learned my lesson.
One of the most unique experiences I participated in during that class was a section about how we create gender in our society.
What makes a boy...and what makes a girl.
Not the physical stuff.
The stuff WE as a society create.
We took a field trip to Toys R Us.
(I told you it was an awesome class).
We had to go throughout the store and write observations of how we saw gender creation reflected in the toys.
It was eye-opening.
Boys: Tools, Action Figures, Weapons, Building.."Man Stuff"
Girls: Dolls, Toy cleaning supplies, Make-up, Dresses, Kitchen sets.
We'll come back to the last item on the "girls" list.
It amazed me how society creates these ideas of what girls & boys are supposed to like.
They might not be drawn to the items we assign, but they MUST play with them or, heaven forbid, they might get confused about the gender. Maybe boys will think they're girls? Maybe the toys we purchase them will make them gay?
I remember thinking to myself that I would never allow societies definition of boy versus girl toys inflitrate my childrens' realm of reality.
When Steven and I went down our list of items to buy MD for Christmas, I brought up a kitchen set.
Yes, they are generally for girls...but it's not his fault that he didn't have an older sister who would get the kitchen set first. Why should he be deprived of a kitchen set because he's a boy?
We decided we'd either get him a kitchen set or a tool bench.
Hmmm..."boy toy" or "girl toy" for our little man.
We settled on a kitchen set.
Fuck the norm.
I managed to find a kitchen set that matched our kitchen.
(I know...OCD anybody?)
It's red & beige, so it's not "girlie", but it came with all the fixin's of a good kitchen time, and even some plastic food (for the dogs to chew up).
We decided to give it to him before Christmas.
There was a very good reason for this.
It seems the Christmas Bug bit me pretty hard this year...and to avoid little MD's senses going in to complete overload on Christmas morning with the sight of everything his crazed parents purchased him...we'd give him the set early.
It's winter, and "inside play" is all we have.
We needed to spice things up.
Needless to say, it's a huge hit!
He stirs the pot just like his mommy stirs her cup (or 3) every morning.
Did I mention it came with a chef's hat & apron
(*thank you black friday gods*)