The Pros and Cons of Little Girls

Our youngest is a girl. After 6 years of raising little boys, I literally did not know how to "do pink". As a matter of fact, the week after I found out pink was entering our lives, I went to the mall and tried to find a beautiful "girly" dress. It was a miserable experience, really, I left in tears. After searching EVERY store...I couldn't find anything that I liked that wasn't BLUE!!! I was sure that God had made a mistake by giving us a girl, I was sure of it. Hormonally overcharged, I called my husband from the parking lot and told him that our little girl was most assuredly going to grow up hating me ...he said he didn't know anything about "pink" either, but that we would do just fine.

Fast forward 5 years. Our little angel is now approaching the BIG 5 year mark. I am not really sure where the time went, she is all about pink, high heels, feather boas, Hannah Montana, princess', baby dolls, and Justice League (just for balance!!!)

This week we had two prime examples of the good and the bad of the world of girls, indulge me while I share.

Monday night I declared the bathroom to be a Barber Shop. Both my boys needed a trim, which I say lightly, because I love their long hair, but with the heat, they needed it thinned out and a little shaping. Well, Micah thought she needed a hair cut too. I told her that she was fine, and after some convincing, she decided she would just be my helper and brush her own hair.

After both boys were done, while I was cleaning up, I hear this, "Um, Mommy. I need some help."

I approached her and found the following:






That would be a three sided teasing comb embedded in her precious locks.

After ten minutes with no luck my husband becomes worried that I might need to cut it out. I assured him that was not an option, even if she had to graduate high school with it still in there.

Then, my Tool Man Hubby says, " Let me go get my wrench"

I was appalled. "What for?!?!?!" I inquired.

"To break the comb apart" he replied.

Well, I would have NEVER thought of that so he got super BIG Kudos from me.

This is what the next 15 minutes were like in our house:






In the end, her hair was saved, the comb was in at least 50 pieces, and Daddy was the Hero.



So while a "Con" of little girls might be getting things stuck in their hair. It is totally overshadowed by the next photos.





She has totally been in a wedding phase. She has been asking all sorts of wedding related questions lately.


"Mom, when did you and Dad get married."

"Who was the flower girl?"

"Why couldn't I be your flower girl?"

"How do you find the boy you are going to marry?"

"Will you come to my wedding?"


So when I was cleaning my bedroom this morning, I decided to get my wedding dress out and let her play with my veil. After I put it on her head and she modeled in front of the mirror, she disappeared. I found her watching "Word World", just chillin on the couch.


I immediately thought, this is why you should keep your wedding dress. So your little girl can play dress up.


I told her when she got a little older, she could wear the dress too. She squealed in delight.

Pink is not so frightening after all.