Skip to main content

life with girls

When you live with a girl...



you may find yourself sporting a tutu...





Like Trevy was discovered yesterday afternoon.







When you live with a girl...





You'll smile frequently. Mostly at her shananigans.






Sometimes at her unexpected sweetness.






When you live with a girl...





...and you happen to be her brother. Big or little.





She'll insist that she will marry you when she grows up. But only because daddy is already taken.





When you live with a girl...




You may find yourself being cuddled...



often. And possibly against your will. Because if you live with a girl...




You already know girls like to be in charge.




When you live with a girl...





You should definately be prepared to spend money...




on fancy dresses.





Which must be worn on Christmas dinner dates with daddies.






Our life wouldn't be complete without our girl.




Who is growing up.



Too quickly.




Happy birthday my darling five year old!



(posted a week late because...well...if you live with computers then you know they like to crash at important moments)

Labels

Labels:

Comments

JSmith5780 said…
LOVE IT!

Happy 5th Birthday Bri!!
February 8, 2010 at 6:43 AM
MJStump said…
so silly, and so sweet! what a princess!! happy bday bri :)
February 8, 2010 at 7:44 AM
Sophie's Story by Elaine said…
She is such a doll. I would have loved to seen how she got that dress on Trevy :)

Happy Birthday Bristel!!!
February 8, 2010 at 8:56 AM
Sinead said…
Beautiful. Both of them. How is it that Trevor can wear that stuff and yet exude manhood? What cool kids you have.
February 8, 2010 at 5:05 PM
Adesta said…
I'll admit, I giggled at Trevy dressed up in the tutu...he looked too darn cute!

And I so know all about living with girls. Anytime you want to share the boys, send them over!! :)

Happy Belated Birthday Bri!!! 5....wow
February 9, 2010 at 5:39 AM
blogzilly said…
Many times do I wax hypothetical and wonder what it would have been like to have a daughter. We both (Jen and I) have expressed a desire to have had one and are a bit sad that we don't.

Then I remember I'm woman enough for everyone in the house. :P
February 9, 2010 at 8:50 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

No, I don’t know him personally

  I’ve had several emails today asking if I know Mike W. of Marissa’s Bunny personally.    Trevy’s blog was linked on her site.  Although it’s not now.     I’ve posted here and there at his request.  Because…well…we’re a community.  Us IS families.  And Marissa is wicked cute.  Her daddy has a way with words.  Also who wouldn’t want the world to know about an iPad give-away?    But aside from that…I know about as much as you do.    We’ve never met in person.    Our only communication has been cyber.    I’m a ginormous sap and as such would love to believe that all is right.  That the sweet, beautiful families who were promised iPads will be getting them tonight.  Tomorrow at the latest.  That no one has been lied to.  That the personal thank you for your generosity email I sent him on behalf of other IS families I’ve grown to love and was thrilled to learn w...
23 comments
Read more

I was talking about you today

That's right. You. Sitting there glued. To the computer screen. Getting your Trevy fix. You who hasn't been able to tear your eyes away. The one who checks back here gobs of times a day. Hanging on every post. Especially the dripping with drama or funny posts. Because you need to either laugh or cry alternately. Just like me. And somewhere...sometime...somehow...over the course of these past couple years... ...you found yourself here. Reading about me. About my family. About my Trevy. And slowly you were drawn in. Until you couldn't help yourself. You were head over heels. Unashamedly addicted. Maybe we connected in a support forum. Perhaps we're old college friends. I know we have family following. Hi guys! Some teachers and therapists. Maybe even a medical professional or two. Perhaps our kids play ball together. We might be FaceBook friends. Or you could be a friend of a friend. Even a complete stranger. But to us... you each have a very special pla...
16 comments
Read more

runaway

I tend to be a live out loud kinda girl. But sometimes... well...sometimes life is just so heavy. So intense. So overwhemling. That it brings out the recluse in me. Like lately. The thing is...I know it'll pass. It always does. And I'll learn something. Grow. Hopefully. Survive. Certainly. Because I have to. It's just right now. In this particular heavy moment. I would much rather run away to some tropical paradise and sip martinis until Jonathan calls to tell me Trevy's back at home. Happy. And seizure free. With a new head of curls covering the scar and bouncing around the house. I am a coward after all. I've never denied that. And I really don't want to live through this next month. Which is probably why my posts will be random. At best.
15 comments
Read more