It is (still) official: we are (still) having a girl! Yahoo! Lots of squeals ahead. Three proms. Three weddings. Three entrances into womanhood (gulp). Three petite, blonde heads squealling around as their brother antagonates them. And three different boyfriends coming around that I can wear my black socks and bathrobe (that I do not own yet) around. I have been studying old “Cosby” show episodes to see how Dr. Huxtable embarrassed his children in front of their friends.
On Sunday, I began planting my Father’s Day presents into the ground. I got flowers for our front flower beds; all shades of yellow and pink. Some of them look like ice cream cones and others are simply called “Pinks”. Gardening has become theraputic for me recently. Transplanting and planting flowers over the past few months has helped transform my overgrown yard into something more attractive as well as unplug; it is refreshing and gives me a tremendous sense of accomplishment.