I often wonder what kind of a "girl" Gabby will be.
When I watch her play with her brothers, I'm convinced she's going to be quite the Tom Boy, just like I was. She's tough, she's bossy and she's very loud, which, in my opinion, all scream "TOMBOY!"
And this makes me very happy. Boys are what I know. Dirt. Rocks. Bloody knees. Poop jokes. Balls. These are the things I am familiar with, that I have come to know and love.
But yesterday, I discovered Gabby has an extremely "Girly" side.
She HATED the grass. She was like "What IS this itchy stuff touching my soft, delicate skin?"
She wanted so badly to crawl to where I was sitting, but she refused to put her hands on the ground and touch the grass.
"Stop that Gabby! It's just grass! Stop being such a GIRL!" I begged of her.
I'm actually afraid of her turning out to be girly girl, because, I don't know how to handle that crap!
She finally got the nerve to crawl to where I was sitting, but SHE HATED IT and spent the next 5 minutes trying to remove EVERY LITTLE PIECE OF GRASS from her body.
It's quite possible baby boys hate grass too and that I'm making her hatred of grass into something it isn't, but the way she whined and the faces she made had "I'm a princess who doesn't like to get dirty because she's too pretty to get dirty"
AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A PRINCESS IN MY HOUSE.
Her farting skills had led me to believe she was going to be The Ultimate Tomby, but underneath all of that explosive gas, I do believe there is a Prissy Girly Girl waiting to be set free.







Looks like she's just unhappy about her Hair Sprout. But maybe that's just me...
(I have one, too, our Princess Fiona. Sometimes - sweet, lovely, pretty. Other times - a real ogre)