My parents had two girls that wore pink and green and blue and yellow, and they played whatever they wanted, and got the kitchen set and the building blocks and the tee-ball post and storybooks, and the first time I realized I was really a girl was when the boy from next door claimed he would never play with me because girls were yucky and wanted you to marry them.

So yeah, the world will point out her gender to her plenty; I think having a space at home where her gender is of minimal importance is a great thing.

And I also identify as "writer" and "goober" and "movie buff" and about ten other things before I hit my biological gender, which I associate mostly with cramps and discrimination. ;)