Could He Pass?

The other day at the wading pool I had Max in nothing but a white onesie. A lady there, who doesn't know us, said something like "Oh, he's such a boy. I can tell he's a boy even in just a onesie." I've gotten comments like that before. So, to test it, yesterday I dressed him up in one of Quincy's princess dresses, just to see how he looked. What do you think? Could he pass as a princess, or is he all prince? I promise not to be offended if anyone thinks he's a delicate little lady.

In other news, poor Quincy, she kind of has a bad deal for her birthday. It's on November 22, so it's always the week of Thanksgiving, sometimes, like this year, actually on Thanksgiving day. Who throws fun Thanksgiving parties? Little girl birthdays should be in the summer, with swimming and sqealing and running. Not the week of Thanksgiving with gourds and turkeys, and pilgrim clothes. Anyway, the last two years she's had birthday pumpkin pie - not so fun. I always feel kind of bad when I take her to other kids' fun parties and this year I'm really going to try to make her bid day fun. Anyway, so last week when she asked if she could have a birthday cake, I gave in. I made her a pink cake with pink frosting. I didn't let her know what I was up too until we were ready for dessert and I brought it out with a pink candle on it. She was thrilled. After we sang to her and she made a wish and blew out her candle, she insisted that we do the same for all of us - so Israel and I got a candle and a song too. It was pretty fun. The next night we went through the same ritual with our desserts. I have a feeling that these un-birthdays are going to become a regular thing around our house.