Do you ever have those weeks and weekends that seem to be jam-packed full of good stuff? But then when they are over you literally have a busy-ness hangover? Where you sit on the couch, don't move, and watch endless episodes of Dexter while dust gathers around you?
Err. I'm not talking about me.
We just had one of those weekends.
Saturday was our district 4-H Horse show. Have I mentioned how much I love 4-H and FFA?
Best youth programs out there. (In my extremely humble opinion, of course. Ha!).
Here are our girls bright and early on Saturday morning as we were waiting on the events to begin.
Evie is a Clover Kid. That means until she turns 8, she technically cannot participate in 4-H events.
Except for the STICK HORSE RACE!!
And she was off! (FYI. Real cowgirls decide before rigorous events such as this, that they must take off their pink cowgirl boots and put on their tennis shoes).
And she crosses the finish line with Chocolate! Or Butter! Or Mr. Stick Horse! We were having a name-the-stick-horse-identity-crisis this particular day.
Just for fun I made Grace make the "Do you love VBS?" smile. This is the face our little niece Mattie makes when you ask her if she loves VBS. She is two.
Isn't she funny? We, of course, think she is a riot.
Caleb and I find this picture on our phones at random intervals throughout our lives just to make ourselves laugh.
Here was the Grand Entry. Those aren't just for rodeos. No sir-eee. Every horse show has them. Complete with Pledge of Allegiance, National Anthem, and American flags.
(Evie is coincidentally learning the Pledge in Kindergarten this year. I still chuckle every time she screams that our country is "invisible", with liberty and justice for all.)
Here is Grace on Trip. Her overweight, beautiful, loyal, trusty steed.
I totally "get" Trip, if you catch my drift.
One of the events Grace and Trip competed in was the Trail Class. This is pretty much an obstacle course for horses. Last year Trip looked at that pallet and said "HECK NO" (in horse speak, of course) and would. not. cross. it.
After a summer of work on this event, they completed every challenge this time and came in 2nd!
Our friend Heather took our picture. Why did no one tell Caleb and I we looked like matching dorks in our red sweatshirts? I promise, we didn't plan this. ("Suuuurrreee", you say in thought bubbles as you read this. We don't have matching line dancing shirts in our closet either...)
After we left the horse show Saturday around lunchtime, we raced home like Superman, changed our clothes and hopped back into the truck to head towards Chicago for a field trial.
This was Grace's first field trial ever. And Clay's. They competed early Sunday morning at 7 a.m. for the Open Puppy Class.
Grace was soooo nervous!
And who could blame her?
Riding around all creation on horseback, following a bird dog gone all crazy looking for birds like crack, and being judged at the same time? In a competition?
But guess what? She did it. And I think nothing makes a Mama or a Daddy prouder than seeing their kid try something new and overcome their fears.
Here is Caleb at daybreak. I loved this picture.
I obviously was having a moment with the camera, admiring my husband.
Because I kept taking pictures of him.
I love watching your spouse in their element, doing what they love to do. This was one of those moments.
And don't get all warm and fuzzy with that sunlight in the pictures.
It was a teeth-chattering, butt-clenching cold 32 degrees!
Evie and Best Friend Charly were awesome cheerleaders for Grace. (We have to call her that because our neighbor's name is also Charlie. So we always say, "Best Friend Charly or Neighbor Charlie?" in our house).
What a fun weekend. I forgot to post this picture up above in a proper time-line of events, but I thought those dimples were too cute to not include it.
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