What's in a name or a pretty blue outfit?

Elliott was the only name that Spencer and I could agree on for our daughter.  We began serious negotiations on the day of the defining ultrasound that showed the "three little white lines" that meant we were having a girl.  (Incidentally, the three white lines that mean sugar and spice rather than snakes and snails are really hard to see.  Our ultrasound technician kept saying "I'm 99% sure its a girl, only 99% sure."  What the hell does that mean?  Do we go out and buy all things pink?  Is there really a chance that she could grow that certain appendage that could change everything?)  

So back to the name game:  We threw around a lot of different names and after what seemed like the longest Lincoln-Douglas of debates, Elliott was the winner.  It was a cool name and we could shorten it to Ellie or Elle if we so desired.  Done.  

I am the first to admit that I got caught up in the frenzy all things pink for our little girl.  Now eight weeks later I am sick of pink and I try to dress her in an other color, including blue.  For our weekly "play date" with her best friends Mille Chopski (4 months old) and Peyton Grier (3 months old) I dressed her in a really sweet blue smocked bubble suit that had bows and frills on the legs.  And to my shock a nice lady walked up and said "Oh, two girls and a little boy!"  My heart just sank.

Have I doomed our child by naming her Elliott (traditionally a boy's name) and dressing her in blue?  Will she be confused?  Will she appreciate the uniqueness of her name?  Will she see pictures of herself in blue and think we were confused?  That we didn't believe the three white lines on the ultrasound?  

Oh whatever, at least her name isn't Apple or Pilot Inspector or Banjo or (this is for you Spencer) Joe Joey Jo-Jo Junior Shabadoo.