Juxtaposition

So pretty much anyone who knows Etta knows that she is definitely not a girlie-girl.

We don't refer to dresses as dresses - they are big shirts.

The way I can get her to get herself dressed in the morning? Threaten that if mommy picks out her clothes it will be pink pants and a pink shirt. In to her room she goes.

She's got scrapes and bruises on her legs and knees, loves to run, run, run, plays with trucks in the backyard and probably knows more train terms than I ever will. She's got a style that is all her own.

Some of this stems from the fact that we mostly know boys. From when she was a brand. new. baby. she has been playing with and emulating "her boys". And most of the kids in our play group are boys.

And the other part may be that we haven't done a whole lot of pink and other "traditionally girl things" throughout her life.

And while there are days that I wish she were a bit more girlie (pig tails, anyone?) all in all I absolutely love the little girl that she is. And the strong, independent woman that she will eventually become.

Ruling the rail yard in her dinosaur pj's.



Watching "Beauty and the Beast" for the very first time. Sitting in her Cars chair (which she still has never actually watched all the way through...), wearing her Thomas the Tank Engine pj's with matching fireman's hat, enjoying an apple with Kitty, Ducky, Huckleberry the Whale, Nemo and one of her many blankets.