Girls, Girls, Girls

I have a confession to make. Do you remember the amazing, fairy tale room Ernie and I put together for Lily while I was pregnant? Well, guess when we started it? When I was 12 weeks pregnant. Now, for those of you who have been pregnant try to remember when you find out the sex of the baby. I'll make it easy for you. 20 weeks. I've never publically admitted this before, but we were just about finished with the room by the time we found out we were having a girl. I was so certain that God knew me well enough not to give me a boy. And it turns out I was right. Some may say I was awfully lucky, considering how much we spent on clothes and decorations before I was even certain. But I honestly just knew. It's hard to believe, I know, and maybe it was some crazy pregnant hormonal thing, but I was positive that I was having a girl.

The point of this monologue, you ask? Well, I just want to share why I knew I would have a girl and not a boy. Because girls enjoy things like this.

Listen carefully and you will hear soft, classical music playing in the background and the clink of china on china. The melodious sound of little girl giggles and incessant chatter. Our first tea party was a smashing success. Lily, her baby doll, Mommy, and even Daddy participated. We all had a fabulous time.

Serving on a jury this past week has had its perks. One of which being that it is right around the corner from some adorable antique shops. So on one of the two hour lunch breaks, I was perusing and found this precious child's tea set. I thought about it for two days before finally deciding to go for it. I was a bit worried that Lily was too young to take care of something so fragile. But from the moment she opened it she has treated it with such incredible care. She is such a girly girl and was so excited to have a tea party. Next time I will be more prepared with props so she can dress up and have a really great time.