Last night we had a great time at the Strawberry Days Rodeo. The girls coincidentally had strawberry t-shirts, so I had to put them on. Thanks to cousin Morgan, Maggie also had some cowgirl boots to rock. Amos was pretty disappointed I didn't have any boots for him. Maybe next year, maybe next year.
The rodeo was AWESOME. I love watching it, it's so exciting. Sometimes I think I could just drop everything and start a whole new life. If that happens, I've run away with the rodeo.
Amos and Maggie liked it a lot, although for the most part I think they think we took them to a sandbox. They were FILTHY when we got home:
The weather was a little cooler than expected, but it didn't bother us too much. In fact, the only thing that bothered me was this lady that totally kept standing right in front of me. She was wearing her baby in a backpack and kept turning sideways so her baby could see too. Gah! I get having a baby, I do. Believe me, I do. But why can't you hold your baby in your lap like a normal person??????
|This was totally unintentional, but you can see the backpack in the background!|
Or get a sitter? Or stand to the side? AND, she had no regard for the action...there was no waiting for breaks or anything to move around. The #1 bronco rider in the world is going and she starts walking around so as to entirely block my view. Blech. Ok, rant over.
We loved the whole bull riding, cow chasing, barrel racing, calf roping, mutton bustin', bronco riding, yee-hawing time!