It's hard to tell what kind of girl my daughter is going to be. So far, I've given her every opportunity to be a tomboy, into football, dinosaurs, and science. On the other hand, I do put her in a lot of pink.
It's easy to criticize someone for putting their daughter in pink all the time when you don't have a daughter. Then when you do, you discover how utterly gorgeous lots of little girls look in pink. And it also happens to be one of my favorite colors, although I like her in turquoise and brown just as well.
Right at this very moment, she's creeping around in her brown dinosaur jammies, examining our vacuum as closely as she can. However, I'm planning on putting her in a brown onesie with a squirrel on it that's covered in pink polka dots, with a pair of her new pink Babylegs. And I think about these things, whether I'm influencing her personality at all by the clothes I put on her.
Although rationally, what's more likely to influence her personality is me, the kind of woman I am, and the kind of woman I spend time with. Maeve will notice that although I have a soft spot for pink, I like holding intellectual conversations, like learning, have (in general) buckets of self-confidence, and don't suffer fools.
So hopefully that will balance out the pink, because I just can't stop putting her in it.