I just looked back at the past posts I have written about it... and you can too.
Year ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR.
Just in case you were curious... Bennett will be wearing that same pink shirt next year.
And the year after.
And then I will have to make it into three bandanas or something, so they can continue to wear it yearly.
This year it felt like approximately 130 degrees.
I didn't even bother dressing the boys much like cowboys.
We headed up early and ate dinner put on by our farm lending institution.
Bennett was a big fan of the water. And cups. Naturally.
Mostly because Ryan gave him a taste of lemonade, aka baby crack?
He thought it was the best thing EVER, and looked at me like I had been holding out on him.
I have. And will continue to do so. Sorry buddy.
We left the dinner a little early and headed next door to the big rodeo.
Brody was really hoping that there would be a mechanical bull like there was two years ago.
He was pretty sad they didn't have one last year.
And sure enough, they were back this year, and better than ever.
Both big boys took a wild ride.
And it was probably the cutest thing I've ever seen.
I just hope that this is a sufficient amount of thrill for them and they won't want to ride real bulls. Ever.
Luckily, Bennett didn't seem to interested in seeking any thrill.
We brought along Ryan's parents, and the boys just had the best time ever.
Brody had a kid sit next to him for the last half an hour or so, and my social butterfly couldn't have been happier.
We were all particularly in awe of those bull riders nearly getting trampled though.
Every. Single. Time.