So, there sat my makeup bag for 7 years. I would rather be playing sports.
I did own a few Barbies and I did play with dolls here and there, but it didn't take my older brother very long before he started setting my Barbies on fire and and cutting their hair, and I watched and laughed. (We didn't find this act gruesome, more entertaining that we were playing with fire and my parents were not aware of it). I also have an older sister, but she is five years older than me, so while she was out with her friends, I was digging for worms.
I hated pink and anything to do with pink.
So, that is why having not only one, not two, but THREE girls is a bit humorous in itself.
This blog is about attempting to raise these three, wonderful, glorious, blessings in this ever changing world. I do not have all the answers. These are just my experiences, my mistakes, my hopes, my struggles, and my joys of RAISING THREE GIRLS.
Here is a picture of my older sister, my older brother, and me as a baby.