And here's the Irony...

When I found out that my #2 was going to be a baby girl- I was a little shell shocked.

Boys boys boys- I thought I was made to have boys?
I was such a tomboy as a kid.

My mom would drop me off at soccer practice while running my sisters to their ballet classes and  recitals.

I was the only girl on my baseball team in the 2nd grade, because really- what is softball?

I would begrudgingly allow my sister Emily to crimp or curl my hair.
But I was happiest skate-boarding and building forts with my brother Tommy.

I always had to borrow heels and what-not for school dances because I just would rather not own any. 

And let my sister curl my hair :)

....wait for it....

So against all hopes that Nina Lane would come out wearing cleats, I was given the loveliest most dainty little girl ever made.

And.I.just.can't.get.enough.of.her.

I could watch her do this all day.

And I often do.

And take lots of pictures.

And say things like, "Porter quick-look! Isn't she sweet?!"

Oh, those Mary-Janes!

Even when she's not sweet, she's sweet.

The ballet classes...

The tea parties....

...and heels

I love it all.

The End.