It hit me today. I have a girl.

I've been waiting for this epiphinal eureka moment and it hit me today. At the laudramat, or as our Cajun friend from college used to say - the washateria.

I was pulling stuff out of the dryer. I've done this before. It's generally pretty dark, given my penchant for black shirts. Little boys clothes run the gamut of color, but if you wash them all together long enough, they all get the same gray. Keep in mind that we're raising 3 boys, so 30% of these clothes are on their third trip through the cloest. Now, Kelsey is rather colorful - just the other day she was sporting a green shirt and blue headband with her dark red pig-tails - but she's been simply outnumbered by my black shirts & the boys' simulated camo.

The load I did tonight had to be 50% pink. Bright pink. Pale pink. Pink with bows. Pink with elephants. Pink with pink trim and white daisies. Nothing like our normal laundry. I picked up a little dress that looked like it would fit a Chihauhua and thought 'how the heck did this happen?'

I know exactly how it happened. Divine intervention. Who knows what affect this will have on me long term. I may even buy a gray shirt.

Today we took Grayson and Zoe and drove out to Red Rocks Canyon, where we found a little old west town, admission: $10 per car load. We paid our ten dollars to the cowpoke at the gate and were told "You're just in time for the show. At 2:30, we got a shoot out and a hangin'." This is a direct quote.

We went in to discover something that I thought only existed in double episodes of the Brady Bunch - a real, old western town. It included a petting zoo that held (among other things), buffalo, a gargantuan milk cow, goats, sheep, pigs, and...uh, a half dozen wallaby. So much for authenticity. Regardless, we had fun.

The evening was spent facing the laundry monster and, of course, staring at Zoe. I have decided that she is the color of a single-shot mocha, light foam, probably decaf. It's perfect with her black hair and deep, dark eyes. It also looks pretty kickin' with a splash of pink.

I'm gonna press PUBLISH before I go all misty eyed and start humming sappy Bob Carlisle wedding music....