It’s a running joke in my family that I make girls. Meaning I have two daughters, and chances are if we try again, I’m betting it will be another girl. I don’t mind, really. I LOVE having girls. The tutus, the frills, adorable dresses and everything pink and purple has me reliving my own childhood through them. I wasn’t a girlie girl- I was a tom boy. I loved playing with my brother’s trucks and swinging barbies from the ceiling fans. I played in the dirt and you wouldn’t see me in a dress unless my mom made me wear one. So, raising girls has not only been a learning experience for me, but it’s also given me the chance to experience the other, more girlie side of childhood.