So, I bring you my girls...
Even in her rough moments, however, I understand her. If she cries for no reason at all... I get that. I don't always understand why she says or does things, but I always understand what it feels like to be a female. She sees beautiful things that the boys miss. She is drawn to babies with powerful girl magnets. I even understand her feisty spirit and her competitive drive. She's tough... but all girl.
Boys are just beautifully strange. That's all I've got to say about it. Consequently, the only boys allowed around my girls are family members. I've ordered burkas. I'm researching guard dogs.
Button is 8 and the sweetest little roughneck in town. She shadows her brother, Crash, and has learned how to be a dirt-loving maniac pretty well. But she always returns to her pretty dresses and dolls. And in spite of her toughness, she has the most tender little heart ever. I will be fortunate if I am able to wrestle our newest baby from her motherly grasp on occasion! She wants to be a mommy more than anything but still loves the beauty of a veiled sister.
Jellybean is... she's just something else. She sings her way through life and has the highest pitch of any living being that ever whined. She was so incredibly darling as a baby that I'm afraid we spoiled her and created a little diva. But her passion is something so enjoyable to me as a mother that I reluctantly temper it. We'll see how that approach pans out when she's a teenager. *sigh*
N.B. I took the liberty of changing the theme title from "girls" to "young ladies" in my subject field. My apologies to Clan Donaldson... but I had an idea that I would definitely attract an unhealthy portion of internet scoundrels with the official theme title. You should see the kind of nasty minds I have attracted from a post with the words "baby doll" in it. No thank you.