I'm a girly girl raising boys. 4 boys to be exact. I remember when I first announced my pregnancy with my oldest son William, way back in March of 2004. Almost everyone I knew said to me, It just has to be a girl. I can only see you with girls. On May 20th, 2004 I found out I was having a boy. A healthy baby boy who would be named William. And he arrived exactly on his due date of September 25, 2004, in New York City. My William. My beautiful son. Fast forward 4 1⁄2 years and 3 more sons Alexander (3), Benjamin (2) and Henry (1).

My life is full of Indiana Jones and Star Wars and dinosaurs and trucks and cars. And lots of blue clothing. Lots and lots of blue clothing. I wouldn't have it any other way, truly. I love these 4 men in my life. They are my anchor. My reason for living. My heart made visible to the world. But it is funny me, the girly girl raising boys. Growing up with 2 older brothers, I know a few things about boy things. Baseball and football and basketball were constant conversations in my home. We would race each other around the yard and see who could swing the highest and push each other down our swing set slide (not always softly!). I collected baseball cards and thought it was funny watching my brothers wrestle over who got to play Nintendo first. I guess one could say that I could keep up with the boys in my house but preferred the shopping and Barbie playing and makeup dreaming and trying on my mothers high heels. That was me. But you know my mother was a girly girl raising boys, too.

 I remember as a child, we used to have these massive wiffle ball games in our backyard. It was always me, Jane (my younger sister), my 2 brothers, my parents and any neighbors who were available to play. The games were very casual, but had (and did) the potential to become very competitive. And they were always so much fun! What I loved most about these games was that my mother always played. No other mothers in the neighborhood played. Honesty, those moments in time are truly some of the most defining moments of my childhood. When I looked at my mom and thought to myself, Shes so cool! My girly girl mom playing in her favorite mule espadrilles. Looking fashionable while staying sporty. Its funny how those moments have remained locked in my mind. My mother knew how to do it all she could look spectacular and buy and wear gorgeous clothing AND play wiffle ball in the backyard with the boys. With William, Alexander and Benjamin being older now, they love to play baseball with Matt in our front yard. Every night the 3 of them line up and Matt pitches balls for them to hit. Its adorable and precious. But what I love most of all is seeing their eyes when I come outside to play. They love to see if Mommy can hit the ball and run as fast as them (of course, I always let them win!) yes, even in high heels. This is me. This is who I am. And I love that my boys get to see this girly girl side of me while I hang and do things that my sons (and husband) love to do. That was how I was raised.

I remember my mother throwing footballs. And playing volleyball. And just loving it all. It is moments like this in our yard, playing baseball with my boys, when I look at my 5 men (including my husband) and think to myself, Can life get any better than this!? I may not be painting nails, or playing Barbie, or dashing off to dance class, or braiding hair, or making a princess outfit (yet!). Im raising boys, but Im still a girly-girl at heart. Jimmy Choos may not be cleats but I'll tell you what, they can round bases like no other.

Audrey McClelland is a Co-founder of MomGenerations.com. She gives fashion advice everyday (to moms) on her blog series, "365 Days of Fashion Advice for Moms."  In 2004, Audrey co-authored the book 'Preconception Plain & Simple'.  In 2009 Nielson named her one of the top 2009 "Power Pack Moms" online.