Lately my girls are on an anti girly girl kick and embracing their tomboy power, from skinned up knees to soccer.
When I came home from Orlando last month the hubby and girls picked me up and the girls greeted me dressed like total tomboys in jeans and boots. Miss A took it to a new level, though, by wearing a second hand tan plaid boys’ shirt that I bought for her werewolf costume at Halloween and jeans with the knees torn out from a playground incident that I have since donated. To the trash can.
I have to admit it freaked me out a bit. I mean I am all for girl power but Miss A, especially, looked like an urchin.
Now while I’m glad my girls aren’t super prissy, I love to shop for them and watch them twirl in new dresses.
The girls have determined that I am medium girly girl and I’d have to agree. I get a professional pedicure about once a year and I’m definitely a jeans and t-shirts kind of mom. Still, though, I do love retail therapy and getting my hair highlighted. But I’m no tomboy, either. I don’t like camping, running is something I’d rather not do unless I have to, and I would rather spa it up and sip margaritas than fish and hike.
Last night both girls had soccer practice and came home sweaty and tired. After bathtime Miss C crawled into bed with her new Justice catalog which she has flipped through repeatedly and told me she wanted to get up early today so she’d have time to fix her hair for school.
I have to admit that my inner medium girly girl was tickled pink.
So, tell me. Are you a girly girl or a tomboy or medium girly girl like me?