My little princess boy

  My three year old son announced last week that he wants to be a princess for Halloween. I reminded him that we had already gotten a dinosaur costume but it was clear that he had made up his mind about this princess thing. This is the first year he has had any opinion at all about what he could dress up as. I knew this day would come but I thought I had one more year of dressing him in whatever I thought was cutest. I am grateful he didn't pick one of this year's hottest selling $50 costumes that all the kids just HAVE to be. I don't have to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a one time wear, although he did mention wanting a magical hairbrush that could make his hair "really really long". I heard those are pricey. A princess, well, I can handle that. But can everyone else?
  At first my husband was against the idea, the natural father reaction. However, after some consideration he, unlike a lot of dads might, decided that it was ok for his son to be a princess. My daughter, believe it or not, was much harder to convince. As for anyone else, I don't care about their opinions. We have purchased a crown and long blue hair attached to a headband, and a blue gown. I have done my best to  keep others from telling him that he can not be a princess because he's a boy and have tried to show him that he can be whatever he wants no matter what anyone might say.
Letting my son be a princess for Halloween does not mean he's going to be gay or a cross dresser. It doesn't mean that won't be one of those either. It means simply, that he possesses the precious innocence of being able to be a princess or a dinosaur, Dora or Ironman, with no second guessing, no shame or fear of ridicule. He does not comprehend gender rules or boundaries and he doesn't care to fit into any mold. He is a child and I feel very protective of that innocence. I refuse to let anyone's ignorance or judgement take that away from him. My son is going to be the most beautiful princess in the world this Halloween.

Why do the weekends fly by?

  I have been so excited all week about my three day weekend. I had three days off from work, although I did babysit for a short while friday. I don't know how it happened but it's now Saturday evening and two thirds of my long weekend is gone. I didn't do anything cool or exciting but I kind of feel gyped. I don't know how two days passed before I could blink. Is this what happens as you get older? I just need more time.
  I love having time with my family. The only time we have together is the weekends. My husband and I see each other for only fleeting moments throughout the week. It's always so nice to be with him and the kids and do things as a family. We try to do something family related every weekend. I think that's what feels off. We didn't go to a playground for a picnic, like last weekend, go to a park, have a movie night, nothing. It was an off weekend. They always go quickly but this one in particular just melted away. There's still tomorrow.
  I have to work next weekend but the weekend after that I took another three day weekend due to my birthday. Luckily I've stopped counting birthdays so I won't be getting any older. I am very much looking forward to that next long weekend. I guess I live for the weekends. I just wish I could make them last. I am going to make tomorrow count. The last day of this long weekend. I'm going to cherish my time with my family and make the time worth it. More than changing what I do, I am going to change the way I feel about it. Even if we just sat around and hung out all day, these are precious moments and I know that the next weekend will come soon.