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January 13, 2010


Oh Mandy!

Your sister deserves Mom of the Year.

I'm forwarding your blog to a blogging friend who has a son who prefers to dress up as a princess and has a penchant for glittery shoes.

I mean, who can blame him?

Batman and Nikes? Bor-ing!


One word for Martinique, your nephew, your sister and you...beautiful!


My cousin is almost 10, and is as rough & rowdy
as anyone, and he wears nail polish. It
is usually chipped, from climbing trees & such,
but he still wears it. He loves toy trucks,
and fighting, and guns (he simply can't wait
until he gets to go hunting for the first time
[I try to discourage him from that, he doesn't
listen]). He has also worn lipstick. It is
nothing he is self concious about, even when
he is out with the neighborhood kids.

I don't remember any boys wearing makeup and
jewelry when I was a kid. I do remember in
the 4th grade, 2 male classmates were grabbing
each other's crotches during class (the teacher
left the room & every one went wild). They sat
opposite each other & would take turns reaching
over & grabbing, then they'd giggle...


Lovin your nephew, sister and that sassy Martinique!!

Ken Monteith

It's funny that "kicky" was the first word that come to mind when I saw that first skirt and before I read your own commentary.

I continue to be amazed and happy about what a supportive environment your nephew is growing up in. If only every child who might be a bit different could have a mother like your sister and an uncle like you.


Martinique is looking lovely and we have your nephew and your sister to thank for it!

Keep up the good work!

Jen in MD


I'm the blogger friend Mandy referred to in the first comment. I love hearing these stories, in part because it makes me feel better about our dress loving, high heels desiring, sparkly pretty things worshipping son. He is seven and is brilliant. We have admittedly struggled at times with some of his choices and desires, but always realize what the hell? He should do what makes him happy. Hopefully his generation is kinder than ours and our parents. I have so much more I could say, but this is your blog. Great story - thanks for sharing!!


A cautionary tale of forcing children to conform: I was always incredibly observant as a young child. As soon as I could draw and paint it became my favorite thing to do, and I in fact showed quite a talent for it as the years went on. When it came time to consider college I naturally wished to attend an art school. I was accepted into a very highly ranked state university, known more for its nursing and engineering programs, but they did have a School of Art & Design. I was told by my parents that after enrolling, I was to switch out of the School of Art & Design and into the Business Scool. I was told that the only way to "make it" in this life was to be an 1. Engineer, 2. Doctor or 3. Lawyer, and an education in art was a colossal waste of money and time. I of course left the University alltogether, being a rebellious and heartbroken 17 year old. I took all the rejection and hopelessness I felt about myself being able (or unable, as it was) to live in this world and began heavily abusing drugs. I thankfully survived seven years of heroin addiction, and am proud to say I have been clean for eight years now. But today I am distanced from my art, and I never did get that Engineering job that my parents wanted so much for me. It took me quite a lot of work to learn to love myself and my parents again, and thankfully today I am in a good place. But I look at peers of mine who's parents nurtured their interests and personalities rather than condemning them and I envy them today. I envy their accomplishments; I envy their self-confidence; I envy the way they know themselves seemingly so well, and their ability to assume that if they want something, they actually have the power to make it happen.
Thank your sister for the job she's doing as a parent. And thank yourself for being an inuitive, thoughtful and loving uncle. Your nephew is destined for very good things :)
ps - I know my comment is a bit long, and a bit personal, so if you feel it would be better to omit it from your blog post, I understand. I mostly wanted you to read it. If you feel there would be a benefit to posting it on the blog, post away!


Though I love everything on your blog, your Martinique posts always make my day! Your nephew is amazing and lucky to have such wonderful parents. I love everything about this; high fives to everyone!


Does Martinique take donations ? (in the form of clothes)


I love reading the stories about your nephew and the always fabulous Martinique. It puts a smile on my face to see the gorgeous outfits he comes out with.

I just wish there were more parents like your sister. It's not too often we hear reports about people who are so accepting and loving. I know when I have children I will definitely be following her lead!

Terri Beth

Your sister deserves more than snaps and claps. (who knew angels flew so low!)
I LOVE reading about your nephew and this one literally brought tears to my eyes
As always I look forward to your next installment and hope that the bad bunnies stay away!
much love
<3 <3 <3


I've been a reader of this site since before Martinique joined us, but she is by far my favorite thing to hear about. And I know I've probably said it before, but I am so goddamned happy and proud of your sister (a perfect stranger, of course) for the way she's raising her sons. It's such a common mistake to make to assume that kids don't know what they want or like yet. It might be an even worse mistake to try to form your child's identity once it emerges because society may not like or accept the direction they're going in. Reading about your sister walking hand in hand with him to go shopping at Forever 21 made me just weep with happiness. Kudos to her for letting her children develop into the people they want to be, the both of them. It seems almost heartbreakingly simple, but that's a really rare skill to see in a parent now days.

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