San Antonio Rodeo

Todd's parents came for a little visit last week. We drove on over to the stock show and rodeo. We happened upon the army recruiters and you're not a White if you don't accept a little strength challenge here and there. So, of course, Todd's dad asked him to see how many push-ups they would make him do for a T-shirt. For Todd, they settled with 65 and holding the last one down for 30 seconds. We whooped and cheered and Todd succeeded. It was a proud moment.

So then, they dickered about how many they would make a 63 year-old man do. They army guys set the standard at 30. He pumped out 45, no problem. Another proud moment.

Happy with our dog chains and T-shirts, we walked away. But, no such luck.....wouldn't it be fun to see how many they'd make Cassie do? Sheesh, wouldn't that be good entertainment? And being the glutton for punishment that I am...I lined up. The free T-shirt could be had at 25. Shnikees, I haven't even attempted a push-up for years. I did it though, by the skin of my teeth, I busted out 25 of those little babies. My mother-in-law was surprised that I had strength in "those scrawny little arms." Hmm!Addison forgot his shoes. Wouldn't you know it? Going to a rodeo, and forgot his shoes. Needless to say, his socks didn't make the ride home!Always the sugar-lover, little Livie was in heaven with cotton candy!

And Mailee's very kissable cheeks were put to good use by her grandma!