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Girls are girls from the start, all new and pink. I remember when Gwynn was a baby, how much she loved her bath, and having her hair washed with frou frou Paul Mitchell baby shampoo. Devin enjoyed his bath too, but less for the primping and more for the playing. Just one of those ever present boy/girl things that, no matter how much you try to ignore or see differently, just are what they are. It comes through in certain times and in certain situations, like when it comes to gift giving. Tonight I have mere moments to blog, as we have a gaggle of giggly third grade girls here for a birthday party sleep-over. We've had a couple of bratty/nasty episodes, and one "I'm bored." Still, as they exchanged gifts, there was such caring. One girl brought a messenger bag iron on set because she "knew Gwynn liked crafts." Then there were the cute puppies in carrying cases, given because "I don't really like them but I KNEW you would!" Finally, a DOLL SCHOOL KIT, from a bestest friend. What an "in tune with Gwynn and her likes" gift! It is just one of those girl things. Girls just know.
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