Everybody says that girls are Sugar and Spice and everything nice, but when my the Rugged Mountain Man's colleague sends home hand-me-down socker-boppers
(http://www.amazon.com/Big-Time-Toys-Socker-Bopper/dp/B004SCELN8/ref=sr_1_1?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1385078368&sr=1-1&keywords=socker+boppers),
I begin to wonder if the person who penned those words really knew what they were talking about. Yes, there is punching. Yes, there is grunting. Yes, there is giggling. I realize giggling is girlish... but it's giggling about punching each other! Thought you might like to see what a real evening here in our happy little home looks like. It certainly isn't just braids and bows and dress-up. (Although, about an hour before they were knocking each other's block off, they were playing dress-up and "going to a ball" with Daddy as the prince. They ambushed him at the top of the steps when he got home from work.) As I sat there nursing Sweet Pea, listening to Celtic Christmas music, I enjoyed the giggles. When Skipper decided to give the socker-boppers a go, she took a running leap at Skeeter, slashed her arm wildly in the air with a wild punch and then lost her balance and landed on her hinder. And they all dissolved into a pile of giggles. Sugar and spice and everything nice. Thank God for little girlies.
