I always cry at rodeos. Something about the American Flag being paraded around by a horse gets me every time. It always reminds me of the times when our country was founded, and it makes me so proud to be an American. It was a double whammy this year since the woman carrying the flag was fighting breast cancer so all the cowboys and cowgirls wore pink to support her. Yeah. I bawled. But guess what? My kids bawled too. So much in fact that we had to leave early. Both nights.
So, I guess crying is okay at rodeos.
This year we got to see cousin Harley! Abby loved grabbing at her, they were too cute.

Shortly after the playing, Abby and a very allergic Daddy went to the truck to take a nap. So Cooper got some time to check out all the animals. (And some time to check out Grandma, he's still not so sure what she's about...)


She'll wipe is nose every ten seconds, I swear. Wipee or no wipee...


In my children's defense, Abby has never really been in a crowd before, and there was a very loud man sitting next to us who was very prone to yelling..(Thanks a lot Tim!)
And Cooper had just had it by the time the rodeo came around the next night.

It's okay, he did great last year. (Look how little!)