I just uploaded the pictures from my camera. There were none of Hayes. There were two of Chase. There were 33 of Ree. I sure wish those two would do something cute soon!
I’m kidding, of course. If you know me, you know that I adore my boys, but what can I say? I’m loving having this little girl around. When I found out that I was having a girl, I wasn’t overly thrilled. I was excited, but worried about having to dress her and do her hair and all the stuff that comes with girls. I was the world’s biggest tom-boy, so raising boys came very natural to me. I can get into the guns and swords and transformers and Legos. Am I going to be able to do dolls and princesses and tea parties? I guess we’ll have to find out. Unless of course, she turns out like me. Then it will be more of the same; no dresses and bb guns instead of dolls. I had a nightmare once when I was a little girl. I remember it vividly to this day. Two men came to my house. They shot all of my family and kidnapped me. And then to add insult to injury, they made me put on a dress to disguise me. It was horrible. Yeah, I was that much of a tom-boy.
Here is Ree trying to inhale her Daddy’s ice cream cone. The girl loves food.
Her eyes have turned the same gray/blue as her dad’s.
Here she is checking herself out in my clean mirror.
Here she is in her cute, little owl hat that hasn’t gotten any use because of the beautiful weather.
Did I mention that I was going to post all 33 pictures of her???
Here’s the picture I took of Chase. After many, many frustrating Sunday mornings where I get Chase all ready, but by the time were ready to go, his shirt is so dirty I have to change it (even when I wait until 10 minutes before time to go to get him dressed); I finally got smart. I put one of my shirts over his Sunday shirt. It keeps him clean and the neck is big enough to slip over his head without messing up his hair. Ingenious. Or at least I thought so.
Tune in next week for another installment of Ree.