This past fall we headed back out to Gordyville for the Rodeo.
Jillian was super pumped about riding the pony, my little cowgirl.
Brock on the other hand, had to work himself up to go for a ride...
He didn't go the first round.
Ok, Mom....
I took some deep breaths.
I'll go now.
Just don't expect me to look at the camera while you try to take my picture.
Then the kids did the boot race... actually I don't know what you call it.
But they take one shoe off and race to be the first one to put it back on.
They had so much fun.
When it was all over, I was so nervous they wouldn't know what to do or where to go, and they were among the last few off the arena floor. I was hollering and hollering for them and Brock just wasn't coming. Finally he heads my way and come to find out, he was just trying to help this little girl who couldn't find her mommy. He is just so stinkin' sweet and sensitive like that, always looking out for others. I sure hope he doesn't outgrow that character trait. I love that about him, how caring he is towards others.
Fun times....
Probably my favorite...the clown.
Hysterical.
