The "Girly Girl"

When I found out I was pregnant with baby number 5 two and a half years ago, I had almost given up hope of ever having a girl. I figured I was a mom of boys, and really didn't know what I would do with a girl anyway. I liked the fact that boys played rough and tumble, but rarely needed me to play with them to have fun. They were pretty self-sufficient in that way, and I liked that. Our house was swimming in testosterone by fall 2005 with a manly husband, four manly boys, and even a manly dog named Max. I was highly outnumbered, but I accepted my fate! Gone were the hopes of pink blankets and bows and dolls. They were replaced with soccer practice and Bionicles (a kind of Lego).Then, we had "THE" ultrasound. The one where they would say "it's a boy!" The sonographer said, "do you want to know what it is?" I laid there, excited to see this new little child, but not expecting anything either way really - hey, I've done this before, when she said, "It's a girl!" I had waited to hear those words, and awaited the flood of emotions I would surely experience, when instead I started to giggle uncontrollably. The poor sonographer wasn't sure what to say or do, but she hadn't been told every time that is was a boy four times in a row, and it was the most natural reaction, in the moment. So, five months later, we received a beautiful baby girl, and we named her Sarah.Anyway, here we are twenty months later, and our male dominated world has been turned on it's ear. (We even have a girl dog.) Sarah is a "girly girl!" She loves shoes, and hair and make-up, dolls, and talking on the phone. She is also highly dramatic, and can be quite the Drama Queen, but we'll save that topic for another day. Tonight I was lucky to grab some "girly" shots, so here ya go! Bask in the bubble-gum pinkness of little girlhood. We sure do!