My Lil' Texans

The Friday before the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo begins is also known as Go Texan Day.

It was also the day in 1992 we moved to Texas; after months of trying to convince my yankee friends that people in Houston didn't wear cowboy hats and ride horses to school, we arrived to find horse-drawn wagons on the freeway and an entire city adorned in western wear.

How does that relate to 2012? It means that I get to live vicariously through my children and ensure that they are the best looking cowboy and cowgirl on the block (...as long as I can find it at Target).

Coupled with the hats and bandanas from a recent birthday party, they make a pretty good looking pair...

...except one of them had boots, and the other didn't. So Jacob did what any smart person would do - he stole my boots and refused to give them back (while simultaneously flashing his "I'm so cute, can you really do anything to me besides take my picture?" smile).

Any good parent of two young children will tell you, life is easier when you provide for one child what you provided for the other (especially when one of them is two years old).

One trip to Payless later led to very proud cowboy.