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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)

Comments

JSmith5780 said…
LOVE IT!

Happy 5th Birthday Bri!!
MJStump said…
so silly, and so sweet! what a princess!! happy bday bri :)
She is such a doll. I would have loved to seen how she got that dress on Trevy :)

Happy Birthday Bristel!!!
Sinead said…
Beautiful. Both of them. How is it that Trevor can wear that stuff and yet exude manhood? What cool kids you have.
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
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

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