My Dad grew up on a ranch. Several ranches. In fact, when I was born we lived on a farm with cows. Apparently I liked to go with my Dad in the evening and check on the cows. I don't remember any of it. When my Dad comes to visit though, he makes sure to tell us his cowboy tales, and educate us on horses and this time he brought a lasso! I guess, at almost four years old, he thought it was high time the Little Mister started learning to rope....well, something. We practiced on lawn furniture and made it very clear that he was never to rope Baby Sister. He had to be reminded a few times :)
Preliminary instruction
Working on his form
He got it!!!!
Except he cheats :)
Grandad showing us his trick roping
Oh and also Grandma (the sidekick) came to visit too.
What's a family picture without cheese and fruit snacks?
Taking a break on the swing.
They had just finished practicing on the balance beam
And we took Grandma swimming too.
On a completely unrelated note we have a birds nest in our grapevine. All the birds have now left the nest but the kids loved checking on them every day. And really, birds nests are so intriguing. I don't know if I could create something that good with my hands and opposable thumbs and regular crafting supplies. But these birds do it with twigs and spit and just their beaks! Amazing.
Now I'm caught up. Good Night.
