
My question is this, how can something so girly come from me, who is so not girly? I mean, I don't ever remember playing princess; I don't think I ever had a tea party. I hated dresses, as far as I can recall. I used to pass the time playing touch football in the backyard with the boys from the neighborhood. I once got into heaps of trouble for having a spit contest with a neighborhood boy. (I'm pretty sure I won). Aisling loves to carry around pocketbooks; I'd really rather not! Aisling also has confiscated my high heels. Honestly, I think the only time I've ever worn heels is when I was in a wedding. Not my wedding, oh no; I wore sneakers to that.

Anyway, it's actually pretty exciting having such a girly girl for a daughter. It opens up new things that I really don't ever remember doing, and I am really enjoying it.
Maybe when she's older I'll teach her how to throw a good spitball.
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Makes me smile and share your wonderment! I often thought that the child I brought home was not the one I gave birth to... but when they're adults - like mine is now - there is no doubt whatever. Enjoy your second childhood with your girlie Aisling!
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