Rodeo Weekend

Little Cowboy "LC" is participating in a winter series rodeo this year. He seems to be doing better than he did in the summer series but, we just need to get him a solid rodeo horse. This series he has competed on a couple different horses and none seem to be working out for him. It's frustrating for him and us. He is always in good spirits even when things don't go his way. Here are just a few of the pictures from this last weekend.









Hope everyone had a great weekend!

Country life.

Hubby has been out of town since Wednesday night which means kids and I are on our own. We get to eat whatever we want for dinner, watch whatever we want and be as noisy as we choice to be. It also means that we get to take care of all the animals and the daily chores here. I don't mind at all, hubby deserves some time away once in a while.
The children wanted to spend the night with grandma and papa on Thursday cause they didn't have school on Friday. So, I drove them to the half way point to drop the off with gma and papa, stopped and got me Chinese food, and headed for home. When I got here there was a possum playing dead in the side yard. Except his eyes were open, every other time I have seen them like that their eyes are closed. So, I worried that it might be rabid or something called hubby and got told not to worry about it, it would be gone in the morning like usual. OK, so off on the normal routine. Got up Friday morning and leave for work now the thing is in the front yard. Again I ignore it and go to work. Get home from work, yep still there. Call hubby again to inquire how long they can play dead? I am told that if it is still there it isn't playing any more. I asked him to please drive the 13 hours home and take care of it. He laughs and says little cowboy will be home later and he can handle it. Well by the time I got the kids picked up Friday night and headed for home it was dark and late. On Sat morning Little cowboy gets up and I ask him to do a huge favor for me. Thinking that he would just go get the shovel and haul it off. I should have known better. He just puts gloves on and out he goes, pjs and all.










He is such my little lifesaver. And no I an not that big of a baby that I can't haul off the stuff my self. I just don't like possums cause what if it really wasn't dead. I know what a great mom I am huh??

All I want for Christmas is my front tooth.

So, my little cowboy gets up Sunday morning and rushes into my room to wake me up and tell me that his tooth is "wiggly". Since I pulled an extra shift on Saturday night and worked till 11pm, I wasn't as excited as he was. I recall telling him to keep wiggling it and to wake me up when he got it out. (I know I am such a good mother, NOT). Later that morning when I had finally rolled in to the shower, he comes barging in and tells me " you really need to see this". I stick my head out the shower and he is proudly sporting a smile missing his top front tooth. He was so excited. Now when he smiles at me I have to just chuckle to myself cause it does look funny when your kids are missing teeth.

Some more of the kids loot...

Here is a couple more pics of some of the stuff the cowpokes got at the awards.

Here is oldest cowgirl sporting the new halter, lead line, and her hat.



Here is little cowboy sporting new halter, leadline, hat, buckle, and his shirt. His goal was to use all the new stuff before the end of the day. He almost accomplished it.




Little cowboy had to ride to be able to use the saddle pad so, we saddled up his horse. He rode for a while then was gracious enough to let his little sister ride. He hesitate letting her ride because he is going to retire his rodeo horse to her for next year. He really need something faster. So, he is trying to talk grandma out of one of her horse ( one that I use to run barrels on). He says he is not ready to ride my mare yet, he has seen her buck and is worried he is going to get bucked off. So you have to excuse her attire we haven't found her any hand-me down boots yet. Nana bought her these mud boots and they are her new favorite shoes. (They are even on the wrong feet.)



Sorry Dad I stole your picture. If anyone has any little girls boots in size 9 we are taking donations.

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