At the store today, Landon helped pick some flowers out to take to her grave.
For those who mean the most to us are never really gone.
For in our hearts and in our thoughts their momory lives on.
This weekend Landon, Kylee and I went and spent the weekend in Comanche since Daddy had to work. They were having the Pow Wow this weekend so we went to that and had lots of fun. There were lots of booths, with lots of stuff to want. The best part of the day was the Indians dancing. The kids did a dance with the Indians, I think it was called the chicken dance (not the same one we all know) Then, they had the parents all join in and we all did the friendship dance. It was really neat, and really fun. {except when I trusted Kylee was following the right person and it ended up that she wasn't and they had to stop the whole thing a start over after placing her, and me because I followed her, and a few others in the right spot.:)}
A while back, Landon's milk spilled in the shape of a smiley face. (blogged about it) He thought it was so neat. Tonight he was eating cereal with his Daddy and his milk dripped again. He hollerd, "Hey Mama a ducky!" I went to see, and his milk had spilled in the shape of a cute little duck. I just love his imagination.
I have taken a picture of Landon with his Daddy on the opening day of Dove Season every year since he was born. He is my lil' hunter. This year, his daddy was out of town working so they missed opening day of the season. But, they made it out on the third day (Saturday). I went along, because they wanted me to hunt too, but I just wanted to go take a few pics of the boys. I wasn't really in the mood for hunting, it was hot, and windy. {hence the ugly camo hat, sitting wompy-jogged on my head} They boys had a lot of fun together though.