Ro-day-o!

What a great time we had at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. The weather was great. The crowds were minimal surprising since it was spring break, no waiting in lines for rides, food etc. The kids were good and had a great time (and looked pretty darn cute in their cowboy and cowgirl duds, if I do say so myself). We ate a 'cowboy burrito' (thinly sliced steak and potatoes wrapped in a tortilla--only in Texas) and popcorn and hot dogs and funnel cake, and a $10.00 turkey leg (yes I said $10.00-Alex said it was best turkey leg ever, better be for that price)...So yeah we basically ate our way through the rodeo.

The kids did the kid farm thing-and loved it, so fun. Then they rode a pony and petted all the animals at the petting zoo. Saw lots of chickens and baby chicks, some baby cows and piglets. Baby cows (and baby goats) are so adorable! We watched little kids do some Mutton Bustin' that's always good for a laugh! Ethan said he wanted to do it but we didn't let him, maybe next year.

We watched real cowboys and cowgirls rope and ride in the rodeo. Ethan was totally captivated by the rodeo, he loved seeing the horses and the bulls and cowboys and cowgirls. We didn't stick around for the Kid Rock concert (do you blame us?), but we had to get the little cowhands to bed. But everyone had a great time! Can't wait for next year!

I just have to share this too:

{I had embarassing moment #8,999,500 in my lifetime of embarrassing moments, in the ladies restroom at the rodeo. Finished changing Abby's diaper and washed my hands and went back to the changing station to grab my bag, and wwwwwwwwwwwwwuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppp (cowboy boots do not have great traction)! Did the splits (not on purpose, I mean at my age you don't EVER do the splits on purpose, unless your Mary Lou Retton or something) on the floor right there in the ladies restroom. THANK HEAVEN nobody saw me, although I'm sure the ladies in the stalls HEARD me as I laid there giggling and I can not confirm or deny that there may have been a curse word or two shouted out on my way down to the split formation. I hurriedly hopped up and washed off my banged up elbow and pulled the nail that broke completely off and hobbled back, bruised (my pride and my elbow) and bloody (my broken fingernail) to my seat with Abby in tow. I think that should make me an honorary cowgirl or something, right?}