I had heard "It's a Boy!" so many times, it took awhile for the whole girl thing to sink in. By that time I had boys all figured out. Boys are easy. So how much trouble could a precious tiny baby girl be... HA!
My illusions of what my little girl would be like didn't last long. At first it was great...pink frilly outfits and girly girl toys and even the hair bands I swore I would never put on my child's head. But as she developed her own little "personality" (which in her case is a BIG personality) she began to make her preferrences known.
So... I don't have a little girl who likes to wear dresses... she wears jeans.
I don't have a daughter who likes pretty little tops... she wears t-shirts.
Baby dolls... not so much. Baseballs and soccerballs...much better.
Pony tails or hair bows....Not a chance.
Furry little mittens.... Not practical. Work gloves... Now you're talking
A pink fairy princess bike won't do. An old brown hand me down boys bike rides much better.
Playing house...uh...No. Hauling wood... Heck Yes! (at least her john deere wheelbarrow is pink)
She is 32 pounds of pure opinion. She has her own mind and when it's made up ain't nobody gonna change it. She is stronger than all her brother's put together. If they can dish it out she can take it...and then some. She rules the roost. She's got us right where she wants us. She is the Queen.
Even though she isn't exactly the type of girl I envisioned, and despite all her bull headedness, she can be the sweetest thing I've ever seen or imagined. She has her sugar and spice moments....and they are THE best.
She wanted to make her own cake...
Blowing out the candles...
Her and her boys...
Her and her girls...
HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY AVA!
