Today, Julia – also known as Princess P around these parts – is officially a teenager. Our only daughter is now thirteen, and while she experimented with teenage moods a while ago, she can officially be grumpy from today forward.
Julia is our youngest – ten months younger than Kevin – and she was a surprise. We didn’t think you could get knocked up after having a child, and apparently that’s the worst time to try. Mrs. Earp thought I would be furious at the news, and I responded with, “Great, another boy.” You see, after three boys, we didn’t think we could get a girl, and during the ultrasound, I told the tech that she was wrong, despite her pointing out the girl parts.
Her delivery was very quick, as Mrs. Earp kept telling the nurse that Princess P was COMING RIGHT NOW!
The following thirteen years were pretty awesome. It’s nice to have a girl amidst the boys, and she definitely has her tomboy moments. She is a junior black belt in Krav maga, but she also plays drums in the school band, takes dancing lessons for lyrical and tap, while teaching herself how to play guitar.
Julia is also wicked smart, right up there with Kevin. She always gets good grades, is enrolled in the Math Matters class.
Of course, being a girl, she always tells me she thinks she’s ugly, and she wishes she wasn’t as tall as she is. She’s probably 5’5″ or 5’6″. But beyond that, she is my special little girl who still has no problem telling me she loves me, still gives me hugs, and apparently got me a fabulous Christmas present.
At least according to her.
Happy birthday, Princess P! We love you very much.