5.27.2011

Fab Five Friday ... the female edition

Before you get all excited, I'm not going to dedicate this edition of Fab Five Friday to the fabulous women in my life -- for two reasons.

First, there are way more than five fabulous women in my life, so it might turn into the Fab 15 Friday. And second, I don't have all the items I need to complete that blog. But rest assured, sometime (probably in the near future) you will get to read about the fabulous females I surround myself with.

Instead, this Fab Five Friday (female edition) is going to take a look at all the reasons I am slap happy, super ecstatic, head over heels in love with having a little girl. (No offense to all the little men out there, however).

No. 1) It's like a thousand generations passed down. I have a little girl. My mom had a little girl. Her mom had a little girl. Her mom's mom had a little girl. And ... you guessed it, her mom's mom's mom also had a little girl. I'm sure you're sitting there thinking, so, what's the big deal, everyone has girls in their families, big whoop. Except, they don't. As a matter of fact, my husband has a niece who has three children -- all boys. My mother once told me that seeing me become a mother has been one of the neatest experiences of her life. So now she gets to watch her baby watch her own baby grow up (there's a mouthful).

Please pardon my unwashed hair, sweatpants wearing, swollen self. This was two days after giving birth to Pearyn.
No. 2) The clothes. Seriously, the clothes. I'm not taking anything away from all those cute little boy plaid shorts, polos and suits, but if you think that's the best fashion has to offer, you have yet to purchase a super tiny, super cute, super girly girl dress for a little girl. Oh, and have I mentioned the swimsuits? Ruffles and flowers and frills -- oh my! While I like for Pearyn to have a nice variety of clothing to wear (ranging from tomboy to the girliest of girly), picking out this flowly little number for her birthday dress was a super fun purchase.


No. 3) The relationship she has with my mother. Now don't get me wrong here. I am in no way saying that Pearyn has a better relationship with her grandmother because she's female. But, she certainly has a different one than a little boy might. I remember watching my nephew, Eli, with my mother. He was rough and rowdy, the typical boys boy, with a slightly sensitive side every now and then. For the most part though, he was all cars, trains and airplanes. Pearyn, on the other hand, is much more the "feminine" female. She likes dollies and their houses, she tries to give baby dolls their binkies and helps them play patty cake. And because of all the sugar and spice and everything nice inside of Pearyn, I get to watch not only my mother fall in love with her, but her reciprocate those feelings.


No. 4) Because while she's still a little girl, I can decide that she likes all the girly things like unicorns, rainbows and say ... cupcakes. And while I'm certainly not going to reinforce the whole "pink is for girls and blue is for boys" stereotype, I had no problem making the theme of her first birthday party cupcakes. Pink, sparkly, sprinkle-topped cupcakes. And boy did I ever go to town.

Why yes, there are cupcakes all over my apron, the door, on the welcome sign AND on the tray in my hand!

No. 5) Evee. By far, one of the fab five reasons about having a little girl is her having a female cousin born precisely 15 minutes after her. Seriously, how many people can boast that they have a twin cousin? It's like that super old show I used to watch with my mother -- "The Patty Duke Show" -- identical cousins, all the way, they walk alike, they talk alike, they even seem to think alike. And I have to admit, it's pretty cool to have a sister-in-law who is going to be facing all the same worries I am when it comes to raising a little girl in today's society ... at the exact same time I am. I have a feeling I'm going to be turning to her for A LOT of advice.




Looking at these photos reminds me of that old Helen Reddy song, "I am woman hear me roar, in numbers too big to ignore ... "


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