girlie girl

This post is dedicated to my mother-in-law, Kathleen, who, on the occasion of my marriage to the oldest of her six sons, gave me the charge to have the baby girls in the family since she never could.

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Honestly, I can't imagine what life would be like having 6 sons. Kathleen was heavily outnumbered but held her own gracefully. In my mind, she was near sainthood. She had those boys well-trained to be sensitive, caring young men who know how to babysit, change diapers, wash and fold laundry, vacuum, cook, and a slew of other household tasks.

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Of course there are a few things they missed out on not growing up with any sisters. I still laugh at the faces on the roomful of Glauser boys when I walked in one morning with a towel wrapped around my wet hair. They looked at me like I was crazy. (I guess Kathleen never did that.)

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Kathleen really wanted a girl. Don't misunderstand, she adored her boys and mine and spoiled them like crazy, but she would have just

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eaten this girl up.

This girlie girl definitely helps balance out all the testosterone at Glauser family gatherings. She carries her toy cell phone around in her purse and gets ridiculously angry if Garrett or Ethan go near her stroller. She's also the first almost-1 1/2-year-old that I know who has a passion for shoes, sunglasses and hats and gets really feisty if you take them off.

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I like to think that she and Kathleen had plenty of tea parties while she was waiting to be born. (Well, I suppose not tea parties. Rather, whatever the beverage of choice is in heaven).