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A mini-me?

It's of course been on my mind lately what it will be like to have a little girl. Pink, bows, Barbie dolls. A little mini-me.

:-O

A mini-me? Oy. I can only hope that for the first baby we bring home, I would get one more with Jamey's personality than mine. Because I was a serious handful, and oh boy do I know it. I remember doing most of it! Of course my parents have already wished for me to have one just like me so I know just what it was like to raise me...but please, oh please, NO.

And then there are those teenage years. Yes, I'm getting ahead of myself, but still....it's coming ;-) And if we have more than one girl, oh man. We're done for! Thankfully, my sisters and I get along now, but that was not always the case. Most people think that little boys are all rough and tumble and little girls are all hugs and kisses and love. Ha!

But it was fun. And I can only pray that my children grow up to know the kind of love that I had in my family. Of course, we were not that perfect family, but no one is. And those that say they are probably do not have that much fun.

Here are a few highlights from MY childhood!



I'm sorry for the blurry pictures, my phone and I do not get along. But you get the gist!

I can't wait to make memories like this with our little girl. With the good comes the bad...and I will embrace it all. Children are gifts from God, and I will raise my children with the utmost gratefulness.

So bring on the pink, the bows, the hairbrush-throwing fights! I'm ready :)

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  1. MomJanuary 15, 2013 at 4:06 PM

    Wow...those brought back memories! I would do it all over again though!

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