Pretty Princess?

Crap, I missed blogging yesterday. I had these pictures all ready, and somehow when it was bedtime I thought that I had done it. So let just pretend like its the 8th for a minute.

First Lincoln was playing with stamps and put on some "makeup."

Then he came downstairs dressed like this. You can't see it, but he has the princess shoes and everything. He was holding out his dress, twirling, calling himself princess, the whole nine yards. He did not want me to take pictures though. Maybe he realizes that someday this will be embarassing.