DH, DS and I went to Easter with DH's family, just like every year, only this year it was at Aunt T's rather than Aunt M's. We had a great time, MIL interacted with James for the first time in a long time (she basically ignored him at his birthday party, Christmas and Thanksgiving). Then right at the end DS notices Aunt T's daughters little 3-wheeler and he fell in love with it. He rode it all over the place. Well Cousin E is too old for the 3-wheeler, she got a 'big girl' bike for her birthday so Aunt T said we could have the little 3-wheeler. YEA! James is thrilled, every time I take him outside he heads straight to that little 3-wheeler. The problem? It's a 'girls' bike. It's bright pink and purple and sings songs abour horses and lady bugs.
I really couldn't care less. James likes it, he doesn't know colors so what do I care?
Well I took some pictures yesterday of him on his bike and DH emailed them to all his aunts and uncles and his mother.
Well his mother replies back and goes on and on about how we have him on a GIRLS BIKE! He CANNOT ride a pink bike. We have to get him a boys bike. He's going to be a sissy riding a girls bike. There are no sissys allowed in her family (yeah, she actually said that)
For the love of pete, it's a BIKE. He likes it, HE doesn't know it's pink and purple. He doesn't care. He LOVES the dang thing. Why? Because it has wheels, it's his size, it makes noise, and it's a bike.
Everyone else replied how cute and how big he looked on his spiffy bike. But MIL, his own freaking grandmother, says he looks like a sissy just because the bike is pink.
I don't know why she has to be like that. Who cares if the dumb bike is pink? James looked adorable on it.
I really couldn't care less. James likes it, he doesn't know colors so what do I care?
Well I took some pictures yesterday of him on his bike and DH emailed them to all his aunts and uncles and his mother.
Well his mother replies back and goes on and on about how we have him on a GIRLS BIKE! He CANNOT ride a pink bike. We have to get him a boys bike. He's going to be a sissy riding a girls bike. There are no sissys allowed in her family (yeah, she actually said that)
For the love of pete, it's a BIKE. He likes it, HE doesn't know it's pink and purple. He doesn't care. He LOVES the dang thing. Why? Because it has wheels, it's his size, it makes noise, and it's a bike.
Everyone else replied how cute and how big he looked on his spiffy bike. But MIL, his own freaking grandmother, says he looks like a sissy just because the bike is pink.
I don't know why she has to be like that. Who cares if the dumb bike is pink? James looked adorable on it.
Hmm... maybe next time you need something expensive for him you could find a secondhand one in pink, send her the pic and wait for the new stuff to arrive!
: At least, like some pp's said, you know now to just ignore her and her silly comments in the future.
I would tell her that you don't want your child exposed to attitudes like that. 
