Our little boy Ryan

So, we only had two little outfits that fit Rhian, and with her power pooping problem, that wasn't near enough. So, I asked Corbyn to pick up some onsies at Walmart while he was getting some milk. He saw the blue section, saw the pink section and felt "uncomfortable" going to the pink section so he picked up some nice blue onsies with basketballs, footballs, baseballs, and sayings like, "Let's play ball!" all over them. Apparently, Corbyn doesn't know that clothes are the only way to tell the difference between boy and girl newborns... and with a name like Rhian, we REALLY need to dress our little girl in pink.

Yeah, this is what I have to deal with. If Corbyn feels uncomfortable going into the pink baby section, imagine the looks I get when I even mention I need to pick up feminine items. Or if he inadvertantly follows me to the feminine items section. Or if I even happen to put them in the shopping cart when we are shopping together. Or if they are in the same shopping bag as anything of his. You get the picture.