Three Girls. . .

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I have a friend with three girls. She is a hair dresser, nail technician, girly girl.

I am also going to have three girls.

I am not a girly girl, not one bit. The other day Miss N asked me to put at "twist" in her hair, and I had no idea what she was talking about. I barely know how to even do a French braid. I have never once curled their hair. We are lucky if they have matching hair bows most days. I have not invested in a stash of boutique bows for my girls. If I do get around to painting my nails, it's a day or two before they are a chipped mess, and they usually stay that way for at least a week. I am a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal, although I do try to stay looking feminine. I have a husband who wants me to look like a lady after all.

My bedroom "colors" are green. I had green as the primary color in my wedding. I don't "do" lace and frills. The most "girly" thing I do is scrapbooking, and that's only if I am lucky because I rarely have time.

And I am going to be the mom of three girls.

Guess it's time to learn to be a little girly.

Comments

The Harrisons said…
For the record I think your girls always look adorable and girly.
January 17, 2012 at 7:54 AM
Anonymous said…
cThanks for the smile this morning Nicole. I love you-
Mom
January 18, 2012 at 6:31 AM
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