Pretty Princess

I remember my mom saying how she tried to get me to like prissy things growing up like - the color pink :). But the more she tried the more she realized some kids just came a certain way - and I was a "tom boy" through and through (sadly I looked a little to much like tommy boy). Well, I'm experiencing this first hand now through Whitney. She is such a girls girl. If she could she would wear a dress everyday, play dress-ups, put on make-up, get her ears pierced, wear high heels, and dance like princesses. I really don't have a problem with it, since she does know how to through and kick a ball too. It just cracks me up how I could have such a prissy daughter. But really I think she just might have an easier childhood playing barbies with friends than me pretending to like playing barbies with friends but wishing I was playing football or soccer outside like the boys were. Yesterday all the kids were out in the neighborhood and two of her friends had on their "pretty dresses". Whitney ran inside our house in almost an excited panic yelling "I've got to get my pretty dress like Hallie has." So we slapped on one of her pretty dresses and she ran off to play as happy as could be. Although I still don't completely understand this it is so cute. So I had to get a picture.