I’m not sure what to think about having a daughter yet. I took the boys to the pool the other day and there were little girls in bikinis and other revealing outfits. I’m not ready for that. I’m ready to draw the lines, I’m ready to be a good, disciplined father – but I’m not sure I’m ready for the little girl who’s going to be mad and sad that she can’t wear what her friends are wearing. I don’t look forward to that part.
Wiping seems easy, well, it seems easy. Barretts, french braids, bangs, and banana clips – that’s all doable. What about the “daddy’s girl” part? What about the part where they hang on your every word and derive their self-worth from your strength, discipline and love. Who’s ready for that?
From an extremely shallow point of view, I gotta say that I’m not looking forward to more stuff, more diapers, more sippy cups, pink bows, crying, poopy diapers, and all those clothes that we’re not handing down. People say embrace every moment – and I’m thinking “ooh. . .how great it is going to be to finally be past the diapers and sippy cups. How great that day will be.”
Draw lines? no wai! lol
Congrats, despite the horror a baby girl sometimes inflicts, I’d say that the good outweighs the bad in the end.
If it weren’t for you old guys having girls, boys like me would not have hot babes to hang out with ;D