Friday, March 27, 2009

:: little girls are scary ::

I always told myself when I have children, I would probably have all boys. Imagine my surprise when the technician told Ryan and I that it looked like a girl. Luckily, the doctor had to come in to check something on a measurement, so we asked him to check the gender again. He looked and said, "Yep. Looks like a girl to me!"  I immediately began banging my head against the wall.  Just kidding.  Sort of.  Figuratively, I mean.  I was instantly scared to death.  Little girls are scary.

may 08 may 08

I grew up with 2 older brothers and didn't care for frilly things such as dresses, hairbows or pink.  It wasn't until my high school years that I started caring about more, uh...feminine things.  I was comfortable around boys, my best friends were boys and I could hang out with boys like I was one of their own.  The older I got, the harder it was to put me in dresses.  I remember in junior high, my parents sat me down and lectured me on my clothing.  It was during the early 90's - the grunge days, and you could usually find me in flannels and my brothers' jeans.  They made me start wearing a dress once a week, to my horror.

my first day of kindergarten my first day of kindergarten

That didn't last long.

So, yeah...little girls scare me.  Even my sweet little Delia Mae.


The odd thing is...I love dressing her up.  I like dresses, pink, hairbows and little shiny shoes.  Sure, she's still so small, she doesn't have an attitude problem quite yet, she doesn't talk back or have a million dolls.  I have visions of ballet, tea dates and mani/pedi's.  She's my little girl and I adore everything about her as well as what goes along with having a little girl.  Including buying her 2nd Easter dress.  We tried it on her the other day.  Judging from her reaction, I think she might a little bit like her mommy.  I'm not surprised.

you should hear the sound she's making you should hear the sound she's making