


Now that the 2008 Rodeo has arrived, I felt the need to "do as the Romans." So, McIver and I headed to Cavender's Boot City (with the other 500 people who 'needed' new cowboy duds) yesterday afternoon. He had inherited some boots a few weeks ago, but was still in 'need' of a shirt and hat (and, according to him, spurs and a horse, but I told him Cavenders didn't sell those). As you can see from the picture, he selected the ugliest shirt on the racks. Believe me, there were plenty of ugly ones to choose from, but I think he found the very ugliest. I kept trying to convince him to get a nice plaid shirt that he could wear again and again. Before I knew it, though, he had stripped off his shirt from that morning and was snapping up his new shirt. You see, since it is a 'cowboy shirt it has to have cowboys on it!' And it has 5 of them, on bucking bulls no less. It's very Garth Brooks circa 1990. But, McIver loves it and has already worn it 2 days in a row.
We also purchased a cowgirl shirt and boots for me - which I love and do not feel the lease bit ridiculous in! - and a new shirt for Olivia.
As we loaded into the car to pick Olivia up from school:
Me: Well, Bud, are you excited about your new hat and shirt?
McIver (in a bit of a sad voice): Yes ma'am, but I very wanted a horse.
Dinner at the Castle Hill Cafe was delicious - and the conversation was a RIOT. I'm sure the other diners wondered just how old we were with all the giggling going on at our table.
Sunday was another gorgeous day. We took our time getting up and dressed before packing up. Gay & I knew that no matter what anyone else did, WE had to revisit Kerby Lane cafe before we left town. It's a cute little restaurant with interesting waitstaff and clientele (read: lots of tattoos and piercings) and the best queso you've ever tasted. Sue and Margaret joined us there and afterwards, we headed home.
I returned home rested and ready for a busy week. Will had kept the kids busy all weekend - even took the training wheels off of Mac's bike. He's not at all adept at riding it yet, but at least he's interested. I may have a few more pictures to share later this week...
For the record, Will was the winner, McIver came in 2nd and Olivia was a close 3rd. I had to sit out this time b/c I seem to have hurt my back. I will give Will a run for his money, though, when I'm back to 100%!