​My bulldozer girl

I am definitively one of those moms who believes that there are no “only boys” or “only girls” activities. I also hate all stereotypes like: girls wear pink and boys blue, girls play with dolls and boys with cars, girls dance, boys fight or even girls play quietly and boys are hurricane. And the worst of all, boys don’t cry like girls!!!

Lise is a happy 3 years old that is discovering the world and she does not care about what activities she should do as a girl. She can switch from being a real “girly girl” to being a real “tomboy” within 5 minutes. She loves to have her nails done, just like mommy and she sometimes asks to wear a dress. However, you will not find any doll at our place. Not because we do not have any, but because they are at the bottom of her toy box. She just has no interest in dolls. The only one she tolerates is Mickey. Not Minnie, Mickey.
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Lise loves trains, cars, planes and among everything bulldozers. Being stuck at a crossing gate makes her day. I have to say that Toledo’s trains are the longest (they can reach up to 110 wagons, yes I counted) so when you arrive and the gates close right in front of you, you know that you will be stuck for a long time. So when Lise sees the train coming she gets over exited, she carefullys stares at all 110 cars and yells “mom look look, train, loooook”. When the train leaves, she feels sad and says “bye, bye train”.
When we pass construction sites, it is the same story. She is impressed by those huge yellow vehicles that dig holes in the ground. And of course gets over excited “oh no loooook, tractopelllleeeee”.
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She has a real passion for any kind of vehicles. It is her special thing that makes her so special. So exit Elsa, for Lise’s birthday, I made the greatest bulldozer cake.