When most people hear I have 4 girls, it usually causes a stir. "God bless your husband" is usually first. An eye roll and a reference to the amount of money we will be shelling out on hair, clothes and make-up in teenage years is next. "Better save up for all those weddings" is yet another. I usually chime in with the whole "girl drama" thing, probably because I'm realizing how dramatic they are NOW. Add 10 years and *gulp* I don't know if I'll survive. Especially when they're all on the rag.
Ah yes, girls. ALL girls. My girls.
My girls drive me insane...
They make my face hurt
from smiling so much.
They bring out the forgotten girlie girl side of me...whether I resist or not... and WHY resist?
Girls. Yes, ALL girls.
I think it quite rocks.
I mean, without girls there is no DANCE recital!!! Oh, yes. It's just THAT delicious, if I do say so myself. Oh, it's girliness to the Nth power!!
Rella was mesmerized by the show. Or bored. Who knows...
And, though I have all girls who love pink and Barbie, and dressing up, let's get one thing straight. These girls can burp and toot with the big boys. They'll clear a room. In fact, the most petite and girliest looking of them all is Tink. But this girl is far from dainty.
Tink poops like a man - sitting on the toilet for 40 minutes. Her voice is loud and boisterous, she loves trains, snakes and matchbox cars, and she'll get muddy and dirty in a heartbeat.
And at a birthday party, she'll be the one eating the cake like a dog.
Say what you will about "all girls." I wouldn't trade it for the world.