Despite the blustery day, we braved the winds to go to (our third annual) Parker Ranch's 45th Annual Rodeo. The cowboys were out in force and Mama managed to squeeze in to her old Tony Lama's for the occasion. I was able to catch a few of the competitions and Anthony was working as usual, which from my observation, seems to involve a heck of a lot of smiling and chatting.
Last year Jackson wasn't brave enough to sit on the horses, but this year, he's a big brave (cow)boy. I'm sure his Texan cowboy shirt (Thanks to Grandma Dee and Grandpa Frank) and his cowboy boots gave him all kinds of extra courage.
Recently he also seems to be under the impression that he's a Rock Star:
Whether he turns out to be next Iggy Pop (he's certainly got that "skinny but muscular" rockstar physique) or the 55th POTUS, he's always gonna be the apple of his parents' eye.
