Girly Girl

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a girly girl.  I like dresses, and pretty hair, and accessories of all kinds.  I don't like camping or getting dirty, but I do like going to the ballet and also staying at fancy hotels.

Yep, girly girl.

And I have never made any secret about the fact that I simply HAD to have a daughter someday.  And that she must also be a girly girl.

And while I got my beautiful daughter, I know I cannot control her girliness.  She may be a tomboy who wants to play sports instead of going to dance class.  And you know what?  In reality, I'll be okay with that.

But for now, while she's still a tiny, opinionless being, I can control the girliness.

So I did this.

Way back when I was pregnant with the nugget, I told J that if the baby were a girl, I wanted to pierce her ears as a baby.  Not really liking the idea all that much, he told me I'd have to check with the pediatrician before he'd agree to such a thing.

Lo and behold, the first time I walked into the pediatrician's office, I was met with a sign that stated "We pierce ears!"  HUZZAH!  Not only was the doc okay with this procedure, he performed it himself!  Winning.

Alas, my first born was a boy, and no earrings need apply.

But then along came the little lady.  The doctor prefers to do the piercing around the 4-month mark, so I wasted no time in setting our appointment.  Now my girl has tiny sparklers in her tiny ears.  Cuteness!

In a few months when I'm allowed to change them out, I have my eye on a pair of tiny pearls.  You know, they are classy and go with everything!

Yep, girly girl.

*As a side note, can we talk about how red my girl's hair is looking in these pictures?  Trick of the camera flash, or another ginger in the making?  Almost ginger, perhaps?