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I Think There Is A Conspiracy

I'm sure that what I have to say is nothing new to parents of boys. I'm 100% fully writing this out of frustration. But jeez oh pete' boys stuff is lame! Holy cow! I can find a zillion cute things for Diva, even at her very advanced age of 4 and one or two things for Shrek and Donkey.
Some examples of my frustration:
~I had some coupons and the fam was going stir crazy this afternoon so Mr. Mayer and I loaded our brood up and headed to the hell that is the mall to pick up a few things. The kids don't need much in the way of clothing. I had gotten some emails about some good sales and I had coupons on top of that I wanted to use. I was able to get the boys and the girl some colder weather duds. However, finding Diva cute, suitable clothing was no big deal. Especially with her helping me pick out EVERYTHING IN THE STORE. That kid can shop. She must be mine. *As a side note the poor kid is scrawny. Size 4's are too short and size 5's are way to big in the waist, hips and her non existent booty. *
I had to dig to find boys clothing that fit my high and unrealistic standards. I'm not a big fan of cartoon characters or cheesy sayings on my kids clothing. My options for boys today were stripes, stripes or solids. I bought some stripes.
~I have been gradually weaning Shrek and Donkey off of bottles and forcing trying to get the boys to drink from a sippy cup or regular cup. Anything but a bottle. I think I have tried every make and model of sippy cup available. The dudes have even been using some of their sisters pink and purple hand me downs. Mostly they use their cups for throwing at each other or drums. I have found a cup with a straw in it that the dudes seem to really like. I decided I would get a few more for them to drink from so I don't have to wash the cups every time they use it. I bee bop to the store and there were 101 pink and purple cups like I was looking for in the small and larger sizes. There were 4 small cups in green and blue in the same style. Really? Really people? 4 stinkin' cups?! I bought all 4.
~The dudes are starting to walk. I think it's probably time I start having them wear shoes. I got online to look for some shoes. I go to the appropriate section of the Flex-n-Grip for early walkers. There are 12 girls shoes and not a single shoe for a boy. Boys walk as well!
I mean, c'mon people! I don't think I am so narrow minded that boys have to have blue and girls have to have pink. But still I don't want to put my son in pink flowered mary jane shoes. They don't match the stripes I bought him today.

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  1. Amen to that! Although, it's saving me a fortune...if I could find a match for everything I want to buy her, I'd be buying a lot more clothes. As it is, I pick stuff up for her, look for a match for him, and then put hers back. Saves money, but it's frustrating.

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