Cowboy Birthday Party

We drove our tractor down to Nephi for my cousin's baby's first birthday party.

Cowboy style. Western dress encouraged. I was so there.

I wonder what about plaid makes things seem Western. **

We tried talking like cowboys the whole dinner, 

but after a few "rootin' tootin's" I ran out of cowboy-isms.

 Cutie nephew Chase.

I warmed him up by sharing my snowcone with him.

Never underestimate the power of sugar water.

 Heather, Jay, Reagan

Playing Cops and robbers. We were both.

A cowboy BBQ is nothing without spontaneous heel clicks.

I think we're getting pretty good.

And of course, a horse-shaped pinata.

My cowboy. Ok, my city slicker.

Yes, the hat does have a Superman symbol on it.

I can't explain it.

YEE-HAW!!

**My hat is a real cowboy hat. I bought it at the Ute Stampede.
That same year I was licked by a horse.
It was traumatizing.