before we had children, i just knew that our first child would be a boy. there was no doubt in my mind! i'm not sure why i was so convinced. maybe it is because i am a second child and i have an older brother, so i just assumed that's how it would work for us!
when i became pregnant we called the baby "he". when we went in for the ultrasound and the technician told us we were having a girl, i didn't believe her. these were my exact words, "are you sure? can you check again?!" until nani was born, i still secretly knew that we were having a boy! expectations die hard i guess, right?!
well, i'm sure you are all aware of the fact that our first child was NOT a boy. our second child, NOT a boy. our third child, NOT a boy!
don't get me wrong, i absolutely L.O.V.E. having three girls. i dream of the day when we can have "mom/daughter" weekend getaways, and i look forward to being there for when our grandchildren are born. i am excited that they have each other and that they are close in age.
i have a problem, though. you see i am not a really girly mom! growing up i always had more guy friends than girl friends, again i credit this to having an older brother. i hung out a lot with my brother and his friends! i wouldn't go so far as to say that i am a tomboy, but i am definitely not a girly mom!
i don't paint nails, unless the girls beg and plead, and i only do it to get them to stop asking! i would much rather send the girls to school without fixing their hair, but i don't! i don't do the dress-up thing, the only time you will see me in a dress or skirt is at church! i only wear make-up when absolutely necessary, you know like when i look like death warmed over, which seems to be happening a lot more as i get older, or i go to church! i don't really do the jewelry thing, other than my wedding rings and my one pair of earrings. so, do you see my problem? if the girls want the "girl stuff", they are pretty much on their own.
so, this morning lala came home from preschool with some nail polish that she picked from the "prize box" at school. immediately, she asked if she could go into the garage and paint her nails (the garage provides mess control and helps me to not freak out about nail polish on the carpet). she grabbed some paper towels and several bottles of nail polish and headed downstairs into the garage. when she came upstairs this is what she proudly showed me:
i know, she did a pretty good job for a 4 year old, right?! although, parts of her hands and toes look vaguely like something you might see in a low budget horror film!
she quickly disappeared to the upstairs and 5 minutes later she came down with this look on her face (notice the nail polish on her cheek!):
and exuberantly exclaimed, "i am pretty much like a mom, now!"
me: "and why is that?"
lala: "because my nails are painted and i have sparkly lips!"
i am still trying to figure out why she thinks that is what makes a mom, because she doesn't see those things on me!!