shake that booty!

I love my husband. He's wonderful. But, if you know him, you know that he is absolutely, postively a guys guy. He lives and breathes sports -- basketball in the winter, baseball in the spring and summer, and then in the fall, it's football season.

Because of this, most people assume that John wants (or needs) a son. We get the "When will you be going for the boy?" question quite frequently. He's had people ask him if he was disappointed that A or E wasn't a girl. That last one he finds particularly offensive, because it couldn't be farther from the truth.

Granted, neither of my girls are truly girly-girls, but they aren't tomboys either. And John is wonderful with them. Today was a prime example. He was in charge of pick-up. When I got home, he and E were playing "fashion show". This involved strutting across the living room, shaking their booties and spinning. Even A was getting in on the fun.

Sure, on Saturdays he dresses them up in their Tennessee and Virginia garb...but it certainly is sweet to see him playing girlie stuff with the girls.