All of my girlfriends have daughters.  Not tomboy, tree climbing, dirt eating tomboy girls like I was.  They are all princess dressing, pink loving, barbie wanting, shoe loving girls. Much to JJJ aka: Depends on my mood.
What I love:He looks good in a cowboy hat or a business suit and wears them both daily. But not together, that would be creepy.
Hobbies: Building furniture, remodeling homes, playing sports with our kids, laughing with me. Seriously.'s chagrin, ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. has taken a liking to their shoes and dresses and tiaras AND even their makeup.

To know J is to know that he is a man's kind of man.  A Budweiser drinking (in the white can please), cowboy hat wearing, do his own lawn work, tool belt kind of MAN. So this whole infatuation with pink things and high heels is enough to make him break out in hives.

He might leave me if he knew how often Colton was wearing princess dresses and shoes.  Like last night for example. Oh. And this morning too. For the record, I DID NOT allow him to put on the red lipstick he wanted to wear this morning.  So I do try. Just not that hard.

On Friday J and Colton were heading out to Home Depot.

Indulge me for a moment please. 

Dear Home Depot.  If you could put a small grocery in the corner so that when my husband goes to your store EVERY SINGLE DAMN DAY at least I could get a carton of milk out of it, I would be REALLY grateful. Thanks putting in the flower section. It was a nice touch.  But frankly, their just a pain in the ass. You know. One more thing to do. Now milk.  I could get excited about milk.

Back to the regularly scheduled program.

Within seconds of walking out the door, J stormed back in. I looked up from my computer, took one look at his face and assumed the dog had shit on his shoe or something equally awful. 

"What happened?" I asked.

He started scratching his arms with vigor and said in a loud and frustrated voice, "Colton was wearing this barrette to Home Depot." (The horror.)

Colton hearing the exchange yelled from outside, "It's not a barrette PapaJJ aka: Depends on my mood.
What I love:He looks good in a cowboy hat or a business suit and wears them both daily. But not together, that would be creepy.
Hobbies: Building furniture, remodeling homes, playing sports with our kids, laughing with me. Seriously..  It's a headband."

I bit down on both of my lips until they almost bled, but that didn't stop the tears from steaming down my face. J gave me one last disgusted look before turning on his heal and walking out the door. 

Which all leads to this.  While I was getting ready for my girlfriend's daughter's Pinkalicious birthday party last Saturday, J got Colton ready. Below is a photo of what I took to the princess party along with a gift.