All kinds of fambly....

What a wild and fun time we had with sis, Bro-inlaw, Bro-in law's bro and their childrens. We jammed a lot of activities into a week- whew!

HOrseback riding was lots of fun. I was amazed at the natural ease of riding displayed by all!

We ran around in big pickups looking for elk, which we didn't find, and buffalo, which we did. I think everyone, including Ron and I , enjoyed some time in warm sunshine and cool mountain air. I forget how quiet it is here, and how restful that is to me.

What cuties I have for neices and nephews!

They were fearless- ready to do anything as long as they didn't get too dirty. My neice held up a boot to me and said "Look! Mud! I have mud on my boots!"

They laughed at all the poop so readily available everywhere they looked.

They also loved Tack, who loved them right back. He's never been so popular! And hugged!

What an awesome visit! We loved connecting and spending time wth our fam. They are truly amazing.

The Vault

The eyes: not mine

The nose: not mine

The hands: not mine

The smile: not mine

The ears: not mine

He is basically a daddy clone. Kingston to the hilt. Yes, a big head, but not of Balon roundness.

except....

except....

except for this:

this is all Balon.

Sorry guys, that there hasn't been much action going on here, I can't get my photos to uplaod on blogger- gnashing of teeth!!!!!! I might have to try a different blog hosting if this doesn't change!

Caleb's 1st BD

Very Long and slightly inane, but that's what family is for, right???

Just six more days folks........

A day in the life...

Every single solitary day is started with this. The life blood. I started out drinking my coffee in a big sozy mug, but I only ever drank half. The Cowboy protested, seeing as HE could have drank my wasted half. So I slimlined down to this- the only teacup I have. Even then I sometimes don't finish it. But that's between you and me.

Usually Little Buckaroo is already up and into trouble, but I'll put this in for effect: Wake my slumbering prince.

Feed him the breakfast of champions, usually cold, from the can. Which he likes better, go figure.

Yesterday I finished my spur straps, tried them on, and realised they are too small. At least they're pretty!

Then off for a day of grooming. Dogs, not myself, although the way my hair is going, I might have to put myself on the table. This is Sammi the ragamuffin.

And this is Sammi the Westie. I like a nice shaved back myself, but the owners like her a little shaggy. And she does have ears, she was just terrified of the camera.

After Sammi I had a horse of a german shepherd to shave. I dragged myself home, exhausted and made myself a sandwich. I copped out on dinner with a frozen pizza, and watched Finding Neverland to end the evening.