I wouldn't describe myself as a "girly" girl. I generally don't wear make-up and when I do, it's mascara and lipstick and that's it.
I was never a tomboy either. That wasn't it.
I think I wasn't ever very girly because I don't like doing things that I'm not really good at.
I like to win. I like to be first. I like to excel.
Growing up, I guess I looked at the popular and pretty girls doing the girly thing and knew that they were the leaders there. No room for this dorkwad.
I think it may have been a bit of a disappointment for my mom (or Grandma Seattle as I call her here) who is and has always been a girly girl and a great champion of all things girly.
The order of her universe has been restored now as she has found the girly daughter she never had in Rooster Girl.
The Rooster, so named for her capacity for making a great, crotchety crowing every now an then, is a bonafide Girly Girl.
Although she is not even two she makes sure that her shoes are appropriate for her outfits.
Each morning after I get her dressed the first thing she does is run off to find her father, twirl for him and say,
"Look at ME!"
After receiving compliments on how nice she looks she heads for the full length mirror in the hall to admire herself.
This morning I was watching her at the mirror. She looked at herself and said,
This alone seems like trouble to me... and then there's the peanuts.
Lately Rooster has had a hankering for peanuts but she can't quite pronounce the word.
So Little Miss Pretty's in the kitchen shouting "I want PEANUSS!"
Saints preserve us.