Growing up, this city girl rarely paid attention to the area rodeos in Reno County. I couldn't have told you all that a rodeo entailed. Heck, I didn't have a clue what they were saying when they referred to an event called mutton bustin' - and was beyond mesmerized when it involved small children clinging to a sheep.
And then I met my husband. And then I met my father-in-law, a former rodeo man himself.
It took almost a decade into our relationship and marriage for Jack and I to attend our first rodeo together. It was Pretty Prairie Rodeo - three years ago - with a toddler and a 9-month old in tow. It was a feel-like temp of 105 degrees (or so it felt like it with a babe strapped to me) and it was flat out miserable. Had we not been with a sweet, older couple from church, I would have bailed my hubs to sit in car with the AC blasted on high.
Fast forward to this year, and hubs decided to surprise his dad for Father's Day with tickets to the rodeo.
Amazing what the difference three years makes with the kidlets!
We kicked off the rodeo with a horse ride - it was delayed due to the horse behind Mackie "whizzing all over the place." (her words)
The kidlets also enjoyed some time bouncing off their energy with the inflatable tractor slide before we found our seats.
Highlights of the night?
Mackie: Watching the mutton bustin' and the clown throwing the frisbee at the sheet (seen above).
Brax: The rodeo clown getting "stuck" in the barrel and the bull kicking it.
Daddy: The bulls buckin' off those cowboys at night's end.
Mama: Watching daddy and papa making memories over a common bond.
What's not to love about a grown man getting bucked off of a horse or raging bull?