On being girly.

I have come to a rather shocking realization recently.... I am mom to 2 girly.girls. And I just don't know quite how this happened. They have two older brothers. That alone should destine them to a tomboyish life, right?! And they have a mom that didn't start out life as anything close to being a frilly, girly type girl. I was the tomboy of my family. My poor dad had no sons, so I was the one accompanying him on his Saturday morning trips to the hardware store (I LOVED it when he bought nails because I got to help scoop them into the paper bag to get weighed - just like buying produce!) I had skinned knees and bruises all over and a dirty face and unkempt hair and dug in the dirt and hated showers and was a stinky kind of girl. I did manage to figure out regular showering, make-up and haircare in my adult life, but most days I sport sweats, tees, no makeup and am the poster child for a need for an ambush makeover (Oprah, are you reading?). I am just not the girly type. But somehow, my two girls have learned the LOVE of being a girl, at a very young age. Of ruffles. Of tea parties. Of giggling. Of makeup. Of nailpolish. And honestly. I am loving every minute of it.

We were invitees to a beautiful princess's birthday party yesterday, at Girly Girlz. What a fabulous name! (although I have to admit, the z instead of the s gets to me - I HATE mangled "spelling". Akin to spelling easy as EZ. Blech.) The girls got to have their hair done in up-do's (so fancy- glitter included!) and got their nails painted.

Being a girly girl is hard work.

But tea parties are just plain fun.

And they are even better when you have a sister to share them with. Trust me on this one.

Life is good, when you are 5 and 6 and allowed to be as girly and frilly and wonderfully silly as you want to be......

Why do they have to grow up?