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.

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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.

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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