Crossed Signals?

I think that somewhere along the way, we got our signals crossed.

Here's our precious little GIRL, Avery, at a flag football game recently.

(Note: She won the headband at the pizza place the night before. I, for one, am devastated that it has gotten misplaced.)

Now, here's Rhett. our big strapping, young BOY. Wearing a princess dress.

I promise he wanted to wear this. And, just to be clear, his dad put this on him. I'm not sure he thought I was going to post it on the internet, but hey, we're all friends here, right?

(Note: I'm so happy to have a husband who is so secure in his own masculinity that he'll let his baby boy wear a dadgum princess dress anytime he dadgum well pleases!)

So, we've got a girl who thinks she's a boy and a boy who wants to wear dresses. Thank goodness Reese is normal.

Wait.

Reese races imaginary friends and picks her nose while she sucks her fingers. God help us.