I'm a Princess!

Today has been a day full of excitement. Mike Ditka had his jersey retired, I received some great news at work and the Bengals have moved to third place in the AFC! Oh, and we found out that we are having a girl! As soon as the ultrasound tech touched Jamie's abdomen with the ultrasound doohickey I could tell it was a girl. 

Jamie cried, my mom squealed and I slapped Jamie on the butt and told her good job. Charlie and I need to crank up our manliness. Our house is no longer controlled by testosterone. 

Camella "Ella" Lee is a squirmey little thing. She was bouncing and twirling all around Jamie's uterus today. I could already here her saying "I'm a princess Daddy." I thought that I had my hands full with a rambunctious boy. What am I going to do with a bunch of rambunctious boys coming to my door to pickup my baby girl? Daddy just found a great reason to buy a new gun!

My mother always says that Charlie being so wild is my payback. I was a teenage boy once and now I have to believe that teenage boys chasing my daughter is going to be my payback. Turtle necks and ankle length skirts with wool leggings underneath will be the only approved wardrobe for my princess.

All of Jamie's joking about me finding my daughter's thong in the laundry just flashed before my eyes as a possible reality. I just found three gray hairs in my beard. They were not there this morning. Oh Heavenly Father, please have mercy on my soul. 

Charlie is about to be promoted to big brother. Literally, "Big Brother". He will be sent on missions to hover over his little sister and ward off any threatening sharks. He is authorized to growl, snarl and grunt as a warning. If the perpetrator lays a finger on my sweet innocent princess Charlie is authorized to bend, break or disfigure them.

All of that is still a few years away. For now I just need to worry about how to properly where a boa for tea parties, how to lace ballet shoes and get sparkles off of my face. Hopefully she just wants to hunt and fish.