Frilly
white dress, matching ruffle socks, headband with a big pink flower,
smocked cardigan, patent leather mary janes -- this might have been
what I imagined for baby Fin (and I even got away with it once or
twice), but toddler Fin would walk right up to me, look at me as if
I've gone completely nuts, and start ripping them of her body one by
one. I was the exact same way at her age, or so I've been told.
She wears pink (only because at this age she still doesn't have much of a choice), but don't even think about putting a barrette in her hair. She'd rather play with dirt than pick flowers. She loves to dance but looks more like a sumo wrestler than a ballerina. She carries around her Doggie in one hand and a nerf football in the other. She's a girl, but she's anything but girly. And to prove it, here's what she did today.
She wears pink (only because at this age she still doesn't have much of a choice), but don't even think about putting a barrette in her hair. She'd rather play with dirt than pick flowers. She loves to dance but looks more like a sumo wrestler than a ballerina. She carries around her Doggie in one hand and a nerf football in the other. She's a girl, but she's anything but girly. And to prove it, here's what she did today.
Picked up a worm
tore it in half
played with it
(more like "tortured" it)
and then chased me around the backyard with it as she laughed.
I'm still holding out hope that one day she'll have a
whole bin of dress-up clothes and we'll have tea parties together in
her room (no boys allowed, sorry Bub) but until that day You Go Girl!
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