Kiersa and the identity crisis

I know I've mentioned how my kids, as babies, are always mistaken for the other sex. Talea AND Kiersa both were called boys even when they were dressed in pink. Just to prove how bad it is, my own Grandma, when she came to visit us yesterday, kept saying "he" when referring to Kiersa. I had Kiersa in a pink/heart jacket, and my own Grandma thought she was a boy! I mean, come on!!!! I know she has a lot of great grand kids, but I live close enough and see her often enough that I thought she'd remember I'd given birth to a GIRL!


What do I have to do?! Pierce her ears? Have her wear dresses? It's too cold on the floor for dresses, and she gets everything she wears trashed because she scoots around or crawls everywhere. Duh. I'll just have to keep correcting people I guess, though I didn't correct my Grandma since it was a quick visit and she was rushed (my 90-something-year-old Aunt Ida was in the car, and she HATES to wait). Oh well. I'm pretty used to it by now. Paisley will get it next, I'm sure.

Kiersa has a serious attachment to our dining room chairs. I think she thinks they're her personal jungle gym. She'll lay under and laugh, or she'll crawl over the crossbars, or pull herself up on them. I always know I can find her at or under the chairs.


Kiersa has always had an obsession with her tongue. She used to always stick it out, and now she always chews on it in the side of her mouth. I caught it on video, which is a rare feat. Every time I try to catch something she does on video (like gagging at her bottle when she's done), she stops doing it. She was playing on the floor with the kids, and yes, I sound like a smoker because I have a cold.


And the best news of all...Kiersa is no longer afraid of our dogs, not that a couple of tiny little min pins should be intimidating in the first place. She doesn't cry around them anymore, and she even tries to touch them when they come by her.