Pretty In Pink

In full disclosure, I was on the "team blue" side of our gender reveal party. I saw those little legs kicking on the ultrasound and just knew that it must be a little Olsen boy cooking up in his mother's tummy... It would appear that I was a little off:

Since the discovery of a little lady Olsen growing instead of a little gentleman, I have certainly had small moments of panic thinking ahead to the slew of outfits, the inevitable onslaught of suitors (provided that she gets her mother's looks ;) and {gulp} a wedding that I'm sure I should be putting aside $$$$$$ for this very second.   Yes, until just this last week, these would be the concerns that would consume this father's thoughts regarding the emergence of this little lady-- these thoughts, and how to try to minimize the burst of pink that would also need to be contained...

However, these above concerns have quickly given away to much more pressing concerns with the very early entrance of Elise into this world.  Suddenly, the prospect of closets full of outfits (Zulilly anyone?), suitors, weddings, and {gulp} even (and especially) pink seem to be just trivial.  Suddenly, this father doesn't mind these things-- because they will all mean that Elise will be living well and can enjoy the outfits, the future wedding, and the pink.