
(She could pull up, but didn't know how to get down. She's almost 23 now. By the way—all that hair?—she's six months old right here.)
wordless wednesday
"When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?"
Psalm 8:3-4

My hero loves old Westerns and my grandson discovered them. Now he thinks he's a cowboy. He wore his snow boots to preschool for weeks telling everyone they were his cowboy boots. It's June. Yep. His grandparents (that would be us) finally took pity on him, (or were just embarrassed enough about the snow boots in June) and went out and bought him some cowboy boots.