I wanted to start as I mean to go on with present buying for Nancy, and get her something non-girly that she could play with.This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that we’ve found out we’re having a boy and so he could have all the toys when he’s old enough.
Absolutely nothing to do with that at all.Thing is, whenever I pick Nancy up from the childminder, she’s more often than not whizzing around with a toy pram, looking like she’s having the time of her life.
In fact, Ulrika and I were at a playgroup the other day with the girls, and Nancy and her bestie Ebba were screaming themselves purple, both gripping a handle of a broken push chair, desperately trying to be the lead driver.So I thought that would be a good start.
A blue toy buggy.Done.
Ben suggested that we get a baby to put in it. An introduction for Nancy to her having a baby brother next year.This sounded like a good idea.
Thing is, unless you want to pay the best part of forty quid, and buy from a specialised retailer online, it’s virtually impossible to buy a gender neutral doll.And the ones that are advertised are quite realistic looking. But not in a good way. More creepy in a Stephen King way.
So Ben came back from Argos with a plastic, pink wearing, girl baby doll. And the next day we went back to the shop to exchange it.I flicked through the pages of the catalogue like a woman possessed thinking, this can’t be it, can it? Four pages full of bright pink baby dolls donned with additional hair accessories, hand mirrors and the occasional make up set.
A lot of these dolls wee themselves.Fair dos.
I can see how that works if you give them a bottle of water.But a weeing, pooing doll?
WTF?It’s job enough changing one person’s nappy. I’m not intending on cleaning up Baby Annabell’s shit as well. And where does it come from? What are you meant to feed a plastic doll to make it produce a life-like turd?
At the point of despair, we swapped the doll with sewn on pink clothes for one with removable pink clothes and I thought I could buy her a yellow baby gro instead.I realised that Nancy didn’t really have very much in her stocking.
By not much, I mean so far she has an apple and orange, and I’m not too sure how long ago I bought the orange.
So I went into town on a mercy dash to get some small stuff for her.
And as I was buying something for another friend in a homeware shop, saw an apron with the Hungry Caterpillar on the front of it.
Nancy ‘helps’ me cook by eating 90% of a bowl of grated cheese and sprinkling the rest on whatever it is I’m attempting to make, so I thought that would be a nice thing for her to wear.
So, there you have it.
The gender neutral buying for Nancy has most definitely been an out and out success.She is getting a pram, a baby doll and an apron.
Just need to get her the chain and the kitchen sink, and I think that’s shopping for this year.