Never in a million did I think I’d be blessed with four girls.  Four.  Girls.  In fact, I thought we were done after Wynter.  But a surprise pregnancy told me otherwise.  Unfortunately, we lost that baby … and three more after that.

So when we found out we were pregnant yet again {and definitely no surprise this time … we wanted number four something fierce!} and things were going well … we kept telling ourselves and others it didn’t matter the sex, as long as the baby was healthy.  I’ll never forget when the ultrasound tech told us it’d be another girl … my husband and I both breathed a sigh of relief and finally admitted to each other that we were secretly wanting another girl.

I joke that I seriously don’t know what I’d do with a boy.  I mean, come on … “sugar and spice and all things nice?”  Who wouldn’t choose that fairy-tale over “frog and snails and puppy-dog tails?”  Although, if you know my girls … you know they’re all over that frog and snail thing!

Anyway.  I think the little poem should go something like “drama and whine with sparkle and shine.”  Cuz seriously.  No one warned me of all the drama and all the whine that comes with having girls.  And since I’m pretty sure I was the perfect child, I have no recollection of such things in my own girlhood!

I’m loving that Dr. Dobson’s book, Bringing Up Girls is breaking down some very important things in understanding who girls are, why they are the way they are, and how we should respond to it.

Join me today at the MODsquad blog where I’m sharing my thoughts on Chapters 3-6.

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