We drove our tractor down to Nephi for my cousin's baby's first birthday party.
Cowboy style. Western dress encouraged. I was so there.
I wonder what about plaid makes things seem Western. **
We tried talking like cowboys the whole dinner,
but after a few "rootin' tootin's" I ran out of cowboy-isms.
Cutie nephew Chase.
I warmed him up by sharing my snowcone with him.
Never underestimate the power of sugar water.
Heather, Jay, Reagan
Playing Cops and robbers. We were both.
A cowboy BBQ is nothing without spontaneous heel clicks.
I think we're getting pretty good.
And of course, a horse-shaped pinata.
My cowboy. Ok, my city slicker.
Yes, the hat does have a Superman symbol on it.
I can't explain it.
**My hat is a real cowboy hat. I bought it at the Ute Stampede.
That same year I was licked by a horse.
It was traumatizing.