On Saturday, we all went to the awesome Tucson Rodeo together. I'm thinking this might have to become a new tradition of ours - it was a very worthwhile event!
|The only picture of all of us together.|
|Baby Lincoln and Daddy Squire|
|A buckin' bronco!|
*Side note: My Grandpa Shanks used to ride "buckin' horses an' bulls" as he always used to say. But, my Granny Shanks "let him know" that if he wanted to continue his rodeo antics that she wouldn't stick around. So, he gave it all up to be with her. I liked to think of my grandpa during the rodeo. With all the gasping I did just during the 2 1/2 hour show though, I can see why getting grandpa to quit the rodeo was important to my gran.
The girls at the rodeo! Riley felt silly wearing a cowboy hat.
Lincoln staying close to mom and dad at the rodeo:
|Almost there! - 7.5 seconds.|
|Ridin' with style at 6.2 seconds.|
Some, not so much. Though, I cant say I blame them. As the lady behind us kept yelling, "That's alotta bull!" Haha. She was most definitely right about this one. He was mean.
|Being thrown off at 2.3 seconds.|
After a couple hours up in bleachers out in the sun, Lincoln was tuckered out.
The next day, was the big day - LINCOLN'S 1ST BIRTHDAY!!! Here are some photo highlights:
|A banner for the birthday boy. I really need to get a Cricut. Haha. ;)|
|Playing with the birthday boy - ready to open presents!|
|Ziploc bags without cake tips for decorating - not perfect, but they work.|
Lincoln's first birthday cake:
Here's a short clip of his experience:
What you aren't seeing in this video clip is our blowing honking birthday blowers and Lincoln's subsequent crying. Whoops! Exnay on the birthdayblowersnay for next year I guess. After the scary experience with the birthday blowers, Lincoln decided it was time for a nice long nap.
Since he hadn't gotten into his cake too much, we decided to save it for him for after dinner to give it another go. Round two with the cake? Lincoln came. He conquered. And he even gave a little victory speech when he was done:
Lincoln - 2 Birthday Cake - 0
|Ready for bed after a long eventful day. :)|
After Lincoln went to bed, Riley and I had a "sistas" fashion shoot:
And then we all had a big balloon fight with all of Lincoln's birthday balloons. Mostly the battle was everyone else against Squire. Not so much because he is the in-law but because he was the instigator. Only about half of the balloons made it out of the spontaneous battle.
Monday, Lincoln felt up enough to go shopping with Mimi, Grandpa and Aunt Riley for an hour while I finished up my last pottery class. Lincoln really liked riding in the taxi at the mall:
Jogging stroller kid is in the fast lane!
|See Lincoln grinding his teeth? He feels the same way I do . . .|
Funny thing about losing though . . . it hurts the most when what you are losing, is what's most great. No, not like choosing to lose rodeo riding in exchange for a beautiful wife and large family. Or losing some cake decorating tips in a move to start medical school. Or losing in the race against some kid in a jogging stroller when you weren't really even racing anyways. But, losing your family members to distance (or death) - that hurts. That's just one of those losses, where - you simply, lose. . . At least, we had a bit of that greatness this weekend even if we're hurting now that they're gone.
We miss you family! COME BACK SOON!!