But an opportunity to play dress-up with my youngest (and least opinionated as a result) presented itself yesterday and I dove on it. Not exactly the frills and flowery headbands I have dreamed about, but I am a flexible person after all.
If you don't follow MommyShorts, do. Like start now. Go ahead, just make sure you come back. Cracks. Me. Up. Love it. Since discovering this blog I have wiled away my miserable prison sentence in Parent Pick-up reading entries from the past so I can catch up. So when yesterday a request went out for anyone with a baby and a camera you knew I was down for it.
The end result can be seen here! I can proudly claim both Popeye and Captain Morgan as my offspring.
And I learned a valuable lesson ... the threat I have made for a while now to my husband -- that I either get a frou-frou dog I can dress up, a daughter, OR I turn one of the boys into a cross dresser so I can buy me some pink shat -- I can make good on. While the point was that neither outfit was very involved he was a pro with impressions He owned the Cap'n pose so well I locked the alcohol up. And the pipe? Took him a second to get the hang of which end worked better in the mouth, but once he did he got pretty peeved at me when I tried to trade it out with a rattle.
Make sure you go to the MommyShorts entry to see the final images, but here are some out-takes that I will be submitting to the Mom of the Year contest.
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