Saturday, March 8, 2008

Little Cowboys


My babies are growing up to be cowboys. Unlike the song, I'm pretty happy with the cowboy profession though. In my opinion, in today's world, having your boys dream of being cowboys is a good thing. Cowboys are good guys, cowboys are down home, salt of the earth type guys. Besides, I'm a GRITS and every good GRITS needs a cowboy. (If you don't know what GRITS are, just google it.)
This is the time of year we do a lot of cowboying-up. It's rodeo time here in Houston and we are all in. From the kick off at the BBQ cook-off through "Go Texan Day" and "Cowboys/Cowgirls for Christ Day" at school all the way through the actual rodeo itself. No one is too old or young to participate. Grant at 2 walks around in his hat saying "I cowboy mommy." My friend Angie's daughter who is only 4 recently looked at herself all dressed up in her best pink cowgirl outfit and announced to no one but the mirror, "now that's what a real cowgirl looks like!" Angie is from Minnesota, so she just shakes her head. Jackson has announced that he wants to do the mutton busting contest next year after seeing a 3 year old enter in the contest this year. Mutton busting is hysterical. It's where a little kid basically bronco rides a sheep.
So today we went to the Livestock Show. Saw the cows, got mauled at the petting zoo, rode ponies, watched chickens in various stages of the hatching process, bought Grant his very first palm cowboy hat, ate popcorn, caramel apples, hot dogs and funnel cakes and basically had a wonderful day.

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