But now on to the important part...the star of our show...
A few weekends back, we took a trip out to a local farmstead. I forgot to upload the pictures, but I'm thinking now that I know how to make the photos larger, you'll see how much fun we had in a bigger picture!
No. My daughter is not riding a bull. I do not plan on her riding bulls. However, this is her trying her seat in a saddle.
We thought this picture was neat because the cow's name was Ellie. In fact, we considered naming Ellie, "Ellie Mae" but we received two reactions that changed our mind. The first: "Isn't that the girl from Beverly Hillbillies?" Yes. The second: "Oh, that's my dog's name!" Oh.
The real Ellie Mae with Ellie Anna.
Our little farmer girl.
The funny thing about this picture is that I wanted to be an "Indian" (Yes, I am aware of how terribly politically incorrect that is...however, that is what I called it when I was 7.) with all of my heart when I was young. Here I am convincing Ellie how cool the Native American lifestyle was. Sidenote - I was devastated when my parents finally broke it to me that this occupation was not an option.
Please ignore the completely untanned skin of mine - adore the completely untanned skin of my daughter.
You know you're a dad when...you don't even think twice about stuffing a pink fisherman toddler hat in your back pocket.
Trying to teach my daughter to stop and smell the roses...or wildflowers...or carefully manicured and landscaped garden's daisies...same thing.
That's all for now. I have more pictures of our play date today, but will share after I clean up the kitchen from the Tequila Lime Grilled Chicken I'm marinating. And, my first attempt at homemade refried black beans! All thanks to The Pioneer Woman's website (LOVE it) in which I'm entered to win a cherry red KitchenAid...oh please let me win random number generator!
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