I love my mom. What I don't love, some of the time, is how she wants to
dress my baby.
Up until a week ago, I had not purchased a single item of clothing for my almost 8-week-old daughter, Little D. Thanks to hand-me-downs,
baby shower presents and a continuing influx of gifts, she is pretty much set through the end of the year. Pretty cool, right? (D's diapers are covered for another 4 months, too.) The only reason I purchased two long-sleeve onesies recently was because I forgot to pack them for our
road trip to chillier
San Francisco.

20 percent of my daughter's wardrobe comes care of two mommies in my life: my mom and my sister, Tricia. Now that's a pretty sizable stake in D's wardrobe. With that stake and the fact that my mom babysits D a few days a week, come significant dressing baby rights.
My mom, who has three daughters (I'm the middle one), is very adamant about D being a girly girl. (She had our ears pierced as newborns.) When she's come over to find baby in clothes that are slightly or outright "boyish" by her standards - pretty much anything that doesn't have pink or flowers on it - I'm greeted by a nasty frown. She'll then proceed to either give the outfit a girly touch by adding a headband or clip to D's hair, or she'll slyly change D into a completely new outfit during a diaper change.
It's become a point of amusement for my husband and me. At times I'll intentionally dress D in clothes I know that will upset my mom (I really haven't grown up since high school, have I?) just to see how she'll find a quick and justifiable way to get D out of them.
Will Mom say baby is too hot or too cold? Will she "forget" to put a bib on D so she spits up all over her outfit? Or will Mom continue to buy tons of cutesy clothes to outnumber the gender-neutral and boyish ones, making her odds of being greeted with D in a girly outfit better?
But more and more, I see how much my little girl lights up when she sees my mom, and how lovingly my mom talks to and touches her granddaughter. I feel so grateful and I'm so moved that the two of them have this incredible bond. And more and more, I find myself pulling from that girly section of clothes in D's drawer when I dress her before my mom comes over, even occasionally putting a frilly headband on her as well, because our home is no place for frowning. And, you know what? Pink's not that bad, especially when it's hot.
Love this—especially the part about you trying to dress D to upset your mom. I’ve had similar wardrobe wars but fashion aside, Grandmas, Lolas, Abuelas are the best! Glad you are letting yr mama have her say. D is lucky to have two doting mommies!