Going somewhere with Izzy is tricky. You see, Izzy is still attached to my hip at six years of age. I'm not complaining. Really. I'm just saying that when I get ready to go to a party and the children are coming with me, I have to keep Izzy's state of mind in MY mind. Let me explain....
Izzy (and all of our children) have not been schooled in the absurdity of "stupid gender stuff". As a child in our family you can wear what you want, express how you want to be and not be inundated with comments like, "Pink and Purple are girl colors." Or "Act like a man." Or "Stop screaming like a girl."
These statements make my hair stand on end.
I also live in Mayberry. Have I mentioned that? This is a community that clearly favors Ivy League Schools, football players and really, really testosteroned boys. By the time these uber-male, tanned and macho walking toddlers can say, "bottle", they can also say, "I'll kick your ass boy." Clearly....Izzy has not learned the "I'll kick your ass boy" terminology.
This is what Izzy chose to wear to my friend The Anaylyzer's surprise birthday party the other evening. I had to choose carefully what I was going to wear because Izzy refuses to wear anything that doesn't look just like my outfit. I nixed the strapless hippie tye-dye dress in lieu of a different one piece dress thingie. I took a silk scarf that I painted and wrapped it in my hair. This was in honor of a silk scarf that our book club had painted for the Analyzer. Izzy whined to wear a silk scarf as well, so I took a belt from my Victoria Secrets sexy silk robe and wrapped it around his head.
When I was applying my makeup, Izzy begged to put on eye shadow and blush. We compromised on glitter cheeks and lip gloss.
What I love, Love LOVE more than anything is Izzy's ability to just "poo-poo" the comments off. When Christian said, "What's in his hair? He looks like a g..."
Izzy interrupted, "It's a silk scarf just like Mom's. Doesn't Mom look pretty?" At the party I heard a little boy say, "What's in your hair?" Izzy replied, "See my Mom? She's over there. Her name is tallulah and she has a green scarf like mine in her hair. Isn't she pretty?"
I know. Izzy won't be like this forever. But for now, he thinks his Mom is the most fabulous thing on the planet. How can I argue with that?