Having daughters is really awesome and really freaking hard. I think it’s because my girls are all a bit dramatic in their own special way. I’m not implying that ALL girls are dramatic but mine sure are. Well they learn from the best. My husband and I can be the drama king and queen at times. He’ll deny it though. I however embrace my dramatic flair. It always amazes me how something as simple as eating breakfast can be a real diva filled fiasco. They fight every morning over the pink fucking spoon. Why I haven’t gone out and purchased 10 more pink spoons is a wonder. You figure I would have learned by now. I guess I am a glutton for punishment. As I write this Mia is whimpering on the couch because she’s too tired to walk into the next room to get her bowl of cereal. Good grief. I think the scary part about having daughters is that I see myself in each one of them. Mia has my stubborn tendencies and the gift of spazziness. Birdie has my fearlessness and my knack for repeating things over and over again. Miss Hazel is pretty even and happy most of the time like me but if she gets upset steer clear people! They have all inherited my amazing dance moves. Sorry girls none of you will ever be ballerinas. The one thing that keeps me going are those moments where they all play without arguing or when they kiss and hug one another without me telling them to. I hope they are the best of friends one day. There really is nothing better than sisters.