
During the rodeo, Jonah asked if he could do mutton racing next year. For all you city folk, that's when conspiring fathers set their little ones atop a sheep who races away at top speed, often dragging the kid through the dirt until said kid lets go, at which point he/she is trampled over until aforementioned sheep gets completely free. i said he could if he wants to, but made sure he noticed that nearly every child ran crying to his/her father after their performance. Clint may have been disappointed at my approach, but then he gets into rodeos much less than do i.
Yesterday, we went to a nearby reservoir so that i could make believe we still live near the beach. The thick stench of dead fish greeted us upon our arrival, reminding us that we do not in fact live near the beach. We still allowed the children to frolic in the water, which they greatly enjoyed. It was only on our way to the car that Clint noticed the sign: "By order of the Health Department -- No swimming allowed." Maybe that's why Jonah's back broke out in a rash almost as soon as he entered the infested water. It was an innocent mistake, but i don't think we'll be going back anytime soon!
But today was, in J's estimation, "a VERY lucky day." First, he has his first loose tooth! Then, a summer thunderstorm turned into this beautiful display:

Hope that put a smile on your face, too!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON!
ReplyDeleteDude, I totally was going to call you! But now it's 12:40 am your time... you probably would not appreciate that.
Hope you had a great day.
This post is hel-arious. The mutton wrastling (I figure this is the correct spelling given the hick nature of the sport) description had me laughing loudly and Isaac staring at me like I was a mutant. That picture of the three kids is awesome, although one of the three looks a little, shall we say, "out of it"?
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