Our cool friend Millicent over at Different Dirt (a place you should go to get some real good stuff about, oh, the Highlands, and puffins, and hurling [the game, not the post-party technicolor yawn], and...oh, hell ,just go there and see. She's the ginchiest!) is hot on our heels in the pursuit of a little daughter from China. She also has a interesting take on life. That makes her and Oscar (her inamorata - we used to call him "Floyd" until Team Landis was caught with his willy in the testosterone jar) great to know. It also makes her hard to predict. Here I always thought that she'd pick something berry-sweet and cuddly for her "First Pink", but...
First Pink? Oh, I thought you knew. "First Pink" is what Debra decided she'd call our first official girly thing we'd buy for little Mei-mei. After tons of little-boy-blue stuff we've aquired for the Peep, this would be our way of saying to the World: "Fuck you! We're having a Girl!!"
I'm a Bad Daddy and I don't remember what out actual First Pink turned out to be, but I think it was an adorable little Hanna Andersen sleeper.
Aaaanyway, turns out that Millicent and Oscar's First Pink is actually...First Tartan!
And a bold, red Royal Stewart at that.
Millicent seems to plan to look scary hot in a little flippy tartan skirt and matching pirate blouse, while little Thor-not-the-Norse-god-but-the-daughter-to-be will be cute as a button in little matching tartan pullover.
This matching parent-and-baby thing is catching, so here they are: daddy and the Peeper in their matching kilts. Where?
At Millicent and Oscar's WEDDING. Howzabout that? DAMN we were cute.