You Know You Have A House Full Of Girls When...

A house filled with sugar and spice makes for some unique adventures:

1. We have an entire bucket dedicated to various combs and brushes.

2. Hair bows, flowers, clips and ponytail holders require their own zip code.

3. The decibel level gets exponentially louder at the sight of a harmless bug.

4. The decibel level gets exponentially louder every time Daddy arrives home.

5. The decibel level gets exponentially louder for no apparent reason.

6. Basically, girls are squealy.

7. Pink is it's own laundry load.

8. We get lots of sympathetic talks about what we're in for during the teenage years.

9. We get lots of sympathetic talks about wedding costs.

10. We get lots of sympathetic talks about boys and answering the door with a shotgun.

11. My husband gets sympathy no matter what.

12. Sparkles, dolls, and dress-up oh my!

13. Two words: Toilet Paper

14. American Girl and Nancy Drew books comprise half of their bookcase.

15. There is a steady stream of sewing or jewelry-making projects.

16. Their closet holds more dresses than their drawers do pants.

17. Painting nails is an outdoor sport.

18. Lip gloss, jewelry and purses are standard gifts.

19. We have a lot of lip gloss, jewelry and purses.

20. Amidst braiding hair, painting nails and playing with make-up, we make some of the funnest memories and have the best talks on the planet. 

I wouldn't trade this season of all girls for anything. Someday boys will enter this crazy family, but for now we are entrusted with these precious girls. We are called to guard their hearts, have awkward body talks and train the next generation of wives and mothers. We've enjoyed every season thus far and prayerfully look forward to the stages still to come.

Loving My Girls,

Cynthia

P.S. While writing this post, I got asked to do rag curls.

The Year Of Our Lord

If you could see my feet right now, you'd know they are cold. Why are they cold, you ask? Because my family has blessed our socks clean off! 2012 will be henceforth known as The Year of the Dolls and iPads.* Our daughters received not one, but two unique and precious dolls this year, each resembling them.** My husband and I BOTH received iPads!***

Both.

I don't even have to share. 

Shush. Just let me be a little bit selfish about it.

Now we can FaceTime each other across the dining room table. Not that we've done that. However, if we had done something so silly I would inform you that there is a fantastic stadium-like echo effect. 

I had better wrap this up before you think I've completely taken leave of my senses. Between wonderful time with family (near and far), Christmas celebrations, and precious house guests (okay, and an iPad high), I find myself hard-pressed (and pressed for time) to write something heavy and thought provoking at the moment, so here's my reminder to myself and to you: Had I received nothing but coal, I'd still want to remember (and celebrate) that every Christmas truly is The Year of Our Lord, who came once as a helpless baby and will return again as the Absolute King. 


Until He Comes Again,
Cynthia


*I will also refer to this as The Year of the Popcorn, due to an overabundance of homemade gourmet popcorn strewn across my kitchen counter. 
**This is extra exciting for multi-racial families.
***This is extra exciting because they're iPads.