Anyway, back to the cowboys and their days.
In preparation for Cowboy Day I put together adorable outfits of jeans and button-down shirts and belts and bandanas and hats and boots for both kids, but on the morning of Hallie's day, she had an epic meltdown - we're talking 45 minutes of naked screaming and crying and finally heading off to school just barely dressed and with absolutely no breakfast in her teeny, tiny tummy - and would agree to wear only the jean skirt. As in ONLY the jean skirt. I had to pin Hallie between my legs and wrestle her into a shirt and shoes because, you know, "no shoes, no shirt, no school".
Thankfully she calmed down once we arrived at the door to her classroom, and to my untrained eye (I often observe Hallie having what appears to be a good time, but when I ask her about it later she claims the experience was actually awful) it seemed as though she enjoyed herself in Cowboyland.
|"Warming" her hands over the fake campfire.
|Chitchatting while having a cowboy tattoo transferred to her hand.
|Coloring her cowboy bandana.
|Concentrating on her work.
I'm concentrating on those rosebud lips.
|Finally, a smile.
|And an even bigger smile.
|Hallie's cowgirl outfit was very patriotic.
|Showing off her lassoing skills.
I was out of town that day so Tom was in charge of pictures; perhaps you might be able to tell.
Here's a picture of the yard with Will in it.
And a picture of the back of Will doing a "sweet inner form block"
(he's more than a little obsessed with karate these days).
And just for fun, here's a photo of Will and Hallie on Cowboy Day 2012, when they were both considerably smaller but wore the exact same outfits and Will looked more like a park ranger than a cowboy.
In closing, a few words of wisdom from a true cowboy...never squat with your spurs on.