with my little girls?
this is what velzy started to walk downstairs in to go to ivy's birthday party. apparently a few days before there was a girl at the beach with a similar looking suit on and she and luke were talking about it. i guess she liked it?
and then there is ivy, who runs out into the living room tonight totally naked with a microphone in her hand shouting "what's up my nickers?"
she likes to be naked.
i have no idea were she gets that from.
but seriously, what am i going to do when i have a 16, 15, and 12 year old girls. our house is going to be a battlefield of emotions, hormones, and drama. well, i hope/pray that it's not but i worry. i don't do particularly well with drama and i am not sympathetic to many of the "issues" that come along with girls. after a rather emotion filled bedtime on sunday with both the older girls turning on the waterworks and sobs, i wrote in my journal "i am scared $hitle$$ to raise these little people." now, lets say hello to my over-dramatic girly side. but i am really, truly scared. we have fun together and i love them so much but what happens when i can't fix their problems by asking if they want to jump on the trampoline with me? or give them a popsicle? i guess i will mature as a mom (ha!) as they mature as people but i know i am in for it.