Just my luck...

There was a "chicken run" at the foot rodeo, and the owners of the property promised the kids that they could keep the chicken if they caught it. Of course Weston caught one. I tried to tell him that visiting rights for the chicken were almost as good as owning it. After tears and pouting (from Weston, not me) I finally convinced him that the chicken was better off with its friends at the farm than on our dinner table. (Desperate times call for desperate threats I mean measures)

T-Rex with pink cotton candy

T-Rex with blue snow-cone

Our goal was to get a blue ribbon in the race

but these ribbons look aqua to me!

Our ward "foot rodeo"

Here's Scotty getting ready for the horse race at our annual foot rodeo. We aren't in Vegas anymore! The kids have a BLAST...

Anything for a "W" (win)

Doesn't this face just strike fear into any contender? Scotty and Weston both play flag football, and they always complain that I don't let them play tackle football. Maybe next year, or the year after that, or the year after that...

Pleeeeeeeeeease mom, can I have just one more cookie?

How do you say "no" to this face? My last little guy, Jason, using every ounce of his charm to get his way.