Well, I take back what I said about Lauren being just like her brothers. Sure - she cut her own hair to try to look like them, yes she begs us to play baseball with them even though she's too young to be on their team...but last night, something different happened. We stood in disbelief as she somehow pulled her older brother Preston into the "land of pink" as my husband refers to it.
As I was saying yesterday, when we came home with a baby girl after having three boys back to back, I went a little crazy with the pink. I don't mean, we bought a pink car seat kind of crazy, I mean the kind of crazy pink that happens when the Easter Bunny and a Fairy Princess get together and decide to decorate - kind of crazy. The whole room is dripping in pink. It's even covered from wall to wall in a paint color called, "Pixie Dust Pink." (I swear my husband's eye still twitches to this day when he goes in her room.) As happy as her cotton candy fluff of a bedroom makes me, it has never seemed to phase Lauren very much. She will still go to her big brothers' rooms to play and hang out with their cars and trucks. Last night, though, we heard giggling from behind her door. When we took a peek inside, we found a whole pink foofy set up that she had put together on the floor. She wanted to have a pretend camp out and have her older brother read a princess book to her while they laughed away.
Who knows if she's going to start to go from trains and trucks to fairies and princesses - but it was something to see nonetheless. Each one of the kids are SO different from the other and we marvel at - and cherish their uniqueness. That's one of the greatest things we've learned from them...that everyone has their own style, even at such a young age.
We tiptoed away so they didn't see us and continued to listen to the new stories being told. From "Woody and Buzz" to "Cinderella and Belle," as long as they're having fun and sharing memories, that's what matters most.
As I was saying yesterday, when we came home with a baby girl after having three boys back to back, I went a little crazy with the pink. I don't mean, we bought a pink car seat kind of crazy, I mean the kind of crazy pink that happens when the Easter Bunny and a Fairy Princess get together and decide to decorate - kind of crazy. The whole room is dripping in pink. It's even covered from wall to wall in a paint color called, "Pixie Dust Pink." (I swear my husband's eye still twitches to this day when he goes in her room.) As happy as her cotton candy fluff of a bedroom makes me, it has never seemed to phase Lauren very much. She will still go to her big brothers' rooms to play and hang out with their cars and trucks. Last night, though, we heard giggling from behind her door. When we took a peek inside, we found a whole pink foofy set up that she had put together on the floor. She wanted to have a pretend camp out and have her older brother read a princess book to her while they laughed away.
Who knows if she's going to start to go from trains and trucks to fairies and princesses - but it was something to see nonetheless. Each one of the kids are SO different from the other and we marvel at - and cherish their uniqueness. That's one of the greatest things we've learned from them...that everyone has their own style, even at such a young age.
We tiptoed away so they didn't see us and continued to listen to the new stories being told. From "Woody and Buzz" to "Cinderella and Belle," as long as they're having fun and sharing memories, that's what matters most.
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