All Boy

No gender boxes for this boy. Rambunctious as all get-out on the playground, Daniil also likes to put on Mama's lipstick, clomp around in my red heels, and insist on wearing my pink flowery apron, not his little one featuring a brown bear, whenever we cook side by side. Today it was homemade pesto in the blender, followed by ridiculously healthy bran muffins packed with fresh cranberries.

I consciously am not going to squeeze Daniil into any traditional gender roles. I pray that the entire world remains open to him for as long as possible before he has to start making amendments to fit into "acceptable" society.