My Girls

Why don’t children come with instruction manuals? That’s an easy question for me to answer now. It would make life way too easy if they did! Like I have said in an earlier post, I have three wonderful, beautiful, boisterous, energetic and obnoxious (and I say this with great love and affection) girls.

Someone had told me that girls were easier to raise than boys. Yeah, right. I don’t know. I had the pleasure of having my sister-in-law and her boys stay for a couple of weeks with us. They were all just as loud, jumpy, boisterous and obnoxious as each other. The only thing that was different, in my eyes, was the fact that my girls have the Diva-in-Training attitude. What a pleasurable thing! Really, no it’s not.

Thankfully we don’t have a severe case of Diva-itis in our house, but just the moderate case is bad enough. My youngest has the biggest case of Diva-it is, and the older two are catching up (or trying to at least).

Upon being caught getting in trouble, the first look is the “But Mommy, I didn’t do it” look with the sad little puppy-dog eyes. Then they realize that they were actually caught. Next comes the “I love you so much, that I was getting this for you” with a big hug. At this point they then further realize that it still isn’t working, especially after getting told to go sit on their bed until called. The hands on hips with the “How dare you” look comes right before they turn, flick their hair, and stomp off shaking their itty-bitty, non-existent hips to their rooms. Drama Queens. It is very aggravating, yet at the same time a little funny to watch them storm off.

I’m not looking forward to them growing up, but at the same time I can’t wait to see their boyfriend’s reaction to it. As I sit here writing this I can’t help grinning thinking about this.

I am so not ready for them to grow up, but I guess that I have to let them at some point in time. I can only imagine how much harder it’s going to be for my husband, he’s definitely not ready for his “babies” to grow up.