Taking a page from Shontell's "Why I Like Mike" blog series, I'll be posting from time to time on the joys of having a daughter. For me, growing up as 1 of 4 boys, there was little to no experience or understanding of the world of the Girl. Being married has provided a little insight, but hey, grown up girls are different than little ones. Mostly.
I understand boys - so when we had 2, I didn't have any issues knowing how to deal with & parent them... part of me has taken great joy in mystifying & amazing the Bean with how I can predict how the boys (esp. Joey) will act - I'm not a mind reader, its just that boys aren't too complex, if you get my drift.
Girls are different. They look in the mirror all the time. They watch their expressions, when they cry, laugh, talk, you name it. I continually find myself amazed at the attitude, observational skills, personality, interests, & sheer emotional spectrum that my Weezer regularly functions in.
Which leads me to "Why Girls are Different than Boys #1" - the Weez is looking in the full-length mirror WHILE doing her homework. All of the sudden, she jumps off her chair & hikes her pants up. Way up. To the skies. She looked like Jimmy Cagney's character in "Angels with Dirty Faces" when he wore his pants up to the middle of his chest. (All the cool guys did this, I'm told, even Cary Grant, which is the topic of another blog.)
I have to ask: "What are you doing?"
Her reply: "I'm trying to look like Mrs. Smith."
(Mrs. Smith is a teacher at the Weez's school.)