Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day everyone and a very happy birthday to my sister.

We hope that you all had a nice weekend. Ours was quite enjoyable. We did some more shopping for the baby. Desiree and Dakota helped us to pick out some toys. Dakota told me my tastes are kind of "old fashioned" and I decided to take that as a compliment. Don had to remind me a few times that it would be awhile before the baby would be interested in some of the toys meant for older kids. The baby isn't even born yet and I have a bit of a dilemma. I want him to remain a baby for a good amount of time so that we can enjoy it to the fullest but I also want him to grow up quickly so that we can see what sort of personality he will have.

I also told Don that since he already got to experience this all before with Des and Dakota that it would only be fair if our son was a "momma's boy". It seemed like a reasonable suggestion to me but I guess those words are never to be mentioned in the same sentence around a guy from Surrey. Equally unacceptable, according to Dakota, is that I even suggest our boy might be a bit bookish. Apparently she is going to do everything in her power to ensure that her brother does not turn into a nerd. She qualified it a bit though, saying that it probably will be a bit of a computer nerd since "everyone else in the family" [excluding herself] is. Again, I fail to see how this is a bad trait.

My "old fashioned" sensibilities were truly tested once again this weekend. After some wheeling and dealing, the girls managed to convince Don to allow them to dye their hair again. Yes, we've been through this before and I had hoped that they were beyond this stage. Des, luckily, has opted for a more mature look these days and sticks to black. Dakota however, is still at the age where she thinks bright colours are cool. This time she decided cool means having green streaks in your hair. See, here is where my old fashioned sensibilites are tested. As I recall, if you had green in your hair when I was younger it meant that something went horribly wrong and you had grounds to sue the hairdresser or at the very least have a good cry over it all. Now, kids want to pay $100 to have it done on purpose. What will it be like when our baby grows up?

So let me sum up what I learned over the weekend. Surrey boys do not like the term "Momma's Boy", toys that do not beep, glow, or have an on/off switch are "old fashioned", green hair is a "good thing" and being labelled a nerd still isn't fashionable. Is there any hope for me?