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  • ~rocks, water, & gold~

    If there is one thing that my children love, it is playing in the water. The river, lake, beach, creek…they don’t care. Just please get them to the water. We had appointments for everyone to get teeth cleanings this afternoon, and I had promised that when we left the office, we would go to their absolute favorite swimming spot. I think that we all have this little bit of panic feeling. The last few days have been in the mid 70′s and felt like fall. So with fall just around the corner, so comes an end to our summer days of playing in the water. Aside from that, Ben got a gold panning pan from his Papa, and has been anxious to use it. He has daydreamed of hitting a “Glory Day” (a gold run) and needed to get out there so he could find it. 

    With teeth all cleaned, we headed up the hill to the creek. There are so many different things for them to do. It’s not very deep, with the exception of two swimming holes. So the little ones can play pretty safely along the shore. There are tons of rocks. So throwing rocks in the water is a favorite activity. Sometimes we build up little dams to reroute the water at the little water falls. The children explore all over the creek and the edge of the woods. All sorts of different treasures are brought back to me. We rarely have to share our special little spot with anybody else. It’s a little remote, so I don’t think alot of people even know about it. 

    I rarely bring my camera along. Children, water, rocks, and cameras do not make a good combination. But today, since it was so much later in the day, I decided I was not going swimming. (I am a wimp. I hate being cold, and the water IS cold.) So here is a small glimpse of our afternoon and how we roll….

     

     Playing in the river

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    not to be out done by her brothers.

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    The gold pan

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    Jules loves the rocks.

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    jump shots

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    Josh's treasures

    Forgot his swimsuit

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    Gold panning

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  • ~Christmas Pictures in August~

    Every year I struggle at the last minute trying to get the “perfect” christmas card family picture. Not really sure why. Probably because I am right brained and put way too much creative thought into what I want the outcome to look like. My dear husband and children are always such good subjects. Trying to help me make it a “good one”. Everybody has thier own creative ideas in what we should do, where we should go, what we should wear. 

    But this year, well I started a little earlier. Like 8 months earlier. I had the realization that in December in Oregon, it’s just too cold and wet to try and take an outside picture. Which are my absolute favorite. We all love being outside, so it seems like where we should go for a good picture. Wrong. It’s usually raining, very overcast, and very cold. So after buying all the children thier Easter clothes, and totally falling in love with the colors and patterns, I had this amazing vision of us all on the beach. Barefoot. Warm. Happy…

    So the planning began. Our winter here seemed to go on and on. Summer finally picked up in July. I started looking at the calender for a day when we could have a beach outing and accomplish the mission at hand. Finally in August, during Eric’s week off, we picked a day for our trip. We live a few hours from the beach, so it makes for a super long day trip. Now, even though I have been to the Oregon Coast a few dozen times, I always seem to forget a few VERY important things. Like the wind. Which thus creates windchill, making the temperatures feel so much colder than it actually is. I grew up on the East Coast, where the beach in the summer is hot. The water is warm. There are no rocks or cliffs that can kill you if you are not careful. In fact, I actually took a picture (it’s a little ways down) of all the “Warnings” that are posted when you pull into the parking lot. Makes you more cautious of the water. 

    So with all that said, a picnic lunch packed, everybody clean and ready for pictures, we were off. Here was the plan…

    Show up at beach

    Dress children in thier clothes for picture. 

    Take pictures.

    Change into play clothes/swimsuits.

    Eat picnic lunch. 

    Spend afternoon playing on the beach and in the water.

    Go in to Olde Town and eat clam chowder and fish and chips for dinner and shop.

    Go home.

    But….things just never seem to go as planned. No matter how organized you are. When we got over the mountains and down onto the beach, the sun was shining bright. Not the overcast day that had been forecasted. The wind was howling. Eric guessed 40 mph gusts. And because of the wind, it was very cold. I walked down to the beach. There was full sun everywhere. Which meant awful shadows on everybody’s faces. Not good. The wind made your hair fly straight out. Not good.  So I quickly had to come up with “Plan B”. I quickly decided that even though I badly want to get a good picture taken, it was just not going to work right then. Which really only left one other thing to do. Play. Try to make the picture thing happen at the end of the day. Eric quickly pointed out that our clean, polished looking (ok, at least hair and teeth brushed) children were going to be covered in sand the minute we let them down to the beach. That their hair would be wet and matted by the time they finished swimming and playing. But really, what else could I do. Throw a fit, demand a picture when I knew it would not be want I wanted? Ruin their day just because I could not control the surrounding circumstances??? No Way!!! I assured Eric if we didn’t make it home with a picture I was just fine. We would try something else. So after devouring their lunch, they were all off, running down the hills to the beach. We played all afternoon. We froze. We were just about blown out to sea. We climbed rocks and looked at starfish. We found a super cool cave inside one of the rock cliffs. We studied marine life all over and around the water’s edge. Rocks and shells were collected. And then we decided we were all starving and that it was time to head into town. All the while I was scoping out cliffs and rocks that would soon be providing some shade from the glaring sun. 

    As we got out of the car, I gave each child one dollar. Not much, I know. But they all felt rich. And there was a candy store down the street, and I knew that it would save me much decision making if it was their dollar and not mine. I really love giving them money that is totally theirs “no strings attached”. I think it allows them to learn a few lessons. First, they have a budget. There is no overspending. No borrowing. There are things they want that they can’t buy, and the older ones all understand this now. Second, they have to make a choice. How exactly are they going to spend it. Some of them try to get the best barging for their dollar. Some buy exactly what they desire. And others just try to get the most pieces of candy they can. Not a single child asked me to buy them anything. Definitley worth $6.00. winky 

    Dinner was delicious. Almost everyone of the children like clam chowder. Those that didn’t ordered corn dogs. We got a couple of orders of fish and chips. We left completely stuffed and the children all eating their candy store purchases. So by now, everybody was dirty, windblown, and sticky. Not so picture perfect anymore. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet. As we loaded everyone up in the car, I looked at Eric and asked him if we could drive back to the beach. I thought there might be this one cliff that would give us the shade we needed and maybe, just maybe the wind had died down some. He pointed out it was already 6:30 and that if we went back and took pictures it would be close to midnight before we got home. But, knowing how much I was hoping to leave with mission accomplished, he drove us back to the beach. He sat in the car while I once again scoped out the place I had in mind. And it was perfect!! The wind had died down and the cliff gave us some added shelter. And the sun had dropped enough, that there was plenty shade to keep any of us from squinting.

    I raced back to the van, only to find that somehow (even having 7 children, never has one of our children done this before) Julia had pooped in her car seat while buckled in. Only none of it stayed in her diaper. And she had found it and picked it up and rubbed it in her hair before any one of the other children even realized. It was EVERYWHERE. And worse then that, somehow, the extra package of wet wipes never made it into the car. So we had about 7 wipes left. Which were already predestined to wipe all the food and stickiness off the children’s faces. Definitely not even close to enough. And even worse than that there was only fridgid cold water in the bathroom with no soap or paper towels. I was feeling so discouraged. But not defeated. Not yet anyway. I’ll leave the poop cleanup details out and just let you imagine. It was worse than you are thinking. Julia never has a dull moment in her life. 

    After everybody was all cleaned and dressed and hair combed, we walked down the hill to the chosen spot. I have this awesome little remote for my camera and so we set up the tripod, did a few practice shots and then started shooting. The children were beyond awesome. For being tired and full of sugar, they were amazing. Lots of happy smiles and help with the little ones. We tried all different kinds of poses. And then some extras just for fun because I love the beach and we had truly had a wonderful day and I wanted to capture those last few moments! 

    So for all of are friends and family, I won’t tell you exact which one we are choosing for the Christmas card this year, but you do get a preview! Sorry if you like the surprise. But the day was way too memorable not to write it all down and add the pictures for us to look at years down the road. The first dozen or so are from our playing and then the matching clothes was the photo shoot. And I just want to state that my husband and children are amazing. It was because of them that our pictures are beautiful. I just bought some matching clothes and picked a spot. They laughed and smiled and helped us make memories for a lifetime!

    ~cheryl

    PS~ Just for fun, I thought I would take a vote for the favorite family picture. I numbered the ones that are in the contest, 1-6. The number is ABOVE the picture.

     

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    On top of a cliff.

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    Super Josh!
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    Oregon Coast

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    Science lesson.

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    Why you should be careful…

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    Julia’s little handprints after eating her lunch.

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    And let the photo shoot begin!

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  • ~I Spy~

    I spy a rock, a safety pin, a flashlight, some old keys, a button….

    The top picture is a creation that I found in my kitchen drawer. Not sure what it is or who made it. The second picture is everything I have collected out of the washing machine this week. It’s amazing the thing still works sometimes. 


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  • ~embracing the now~

    I am sitting here on my front porch watching my children on their water slide. They took a few of Eric’s tarps and put them on the hill. Then they got the Dawn dishwashing soap and poured half a bottle on the tarp and watered it down. This is after they patiently waited a few hours for our water to be turned back on. We are having to get some work done on the main line today and so, no water for awhile. But water back on, soap suds everywhere, and the hottest day of the summer so far (I think)…like 90 degrees, they are all having a blast. Our dog, who hates getting wet is nowhere in site. Oh, and my house is clean…for a few minuets. winky

    So I have been thinking the last few months, how much my life has changed since living in Southern California. Or the Caribbean. Or Kenya. Or growing up in North Carolina.  And I wanted to write it down. Just so that if we move again someday, I can come back here and read what my life was like in this small town in Oregon.

    The phase “going to town” is now a regular part of my vocabulary.

    I have 32 chickens.

    We have no Target, department stores, or good restaurants. 

    I own a pair of alligator skin cowgirl boots.

    It rains here. ALOT.

    I have learned how much I HATE poison oak.

    I went to my first, second, and third rodeo in a matter of a few weeks. 

    My husband has 11 bee hives. The honey is delicious.

    The summers are lovely. Not too hot.

    After being married 12 years, we bought our first house.

    We have a dog. A first for me.

    My boys all want to ride a bull when they grow up.

    My husband has a job. (compared to being in school for 10 years)

    When my little ones run, they slap their legs as if they were riding a horse.

    We have a septic tank. (If you have always been on city sewer, there’s a few things ya need to learn.)

    Everyone of us owns a pair of cowboy/girl boots.

    We live in a community that loves and supports all our veterans. And our country for that matter.

    I know now how to defend myself and my children with an armed weapon if a bear or cougar shows up at my house.

    Most people shopping at this WalMart wear their pajamas. I do not. 

    I can clip a chickens feathers, run a weed eater, and stack wood. (these are all new learned chores for me)

    I watched a deer that my husband shot and brought home be turned into pepperoni and summer sausage by Eric and the boys.

    I can keep a wood stove burning. All winter. This is a huge accomplishment. (And not burn down the house!) 

    I have camped more this summer than in my whole life. 

     

    Well, I have this handsome man showing up soon to take me out on a date and I need to go put on a pretty dress and fix my hair. Signing off for today.

     

     

     Moments at the fair this year.

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    getting hooked by the national guard. Boys and guns. Need I say more? :)
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    Mechanical bull riding. The absolute favorite ride.
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    Gabe’s first try at mutton bustin.

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    Josh’s turn.

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    She spent the whole night eating this sucker.

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    Sheep tying.
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    Brother tying. 

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    Watching her brothers ride the sheep.

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    Cotton candy.

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    my favorite outfit of the night.

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    No hands!

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    One week old piglets.

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    the 4-H / FFA steer and pig auction. 

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    Friends.

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  • ~just playing around~

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  • ~waterfall hike~

    We went and hiked to some beautiful waterfalls. The children did awesome! I love how much they love being out in God’s creation!

     

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    Another hiker brought bubbles ~ The children loved them!
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    Laura’s treasures
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    Picking wildflowers
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    Oregon countryside
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    Observing a snake

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    Pretty shawdows

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  • ~~

    It feels like forever since I sat here in front of my computer. And in a way it has been. I got really sick with something. Maybe a flare up of Malaria, maybe West Nile. I don’t know for sure. But it took over my life. From keeping up with life here to unable to crawl out of bed to take care of anybody. Days went by that I don’t even remember now as I sit and type this. Fevers, chills, headaches, backaches, vomiting, and sleeping for days on end. Makes me hate those pesky little mosiquitos! sad Eric took all but 2 of the children up to his Grandmas house where the family reunion was gearing up and all our relatives were beginning to compile at Grandmas house. There’s really not much of that week that I can even remember to write here. Children came and went out of my bedroom, Questions were asked and I have no idea what my answers were. I probably agreed to things like brownies for breakfast, movie watching all day, and brownies again for dinner. But my children did great without a Mommy around. The house never got to messy (or it did and they cleaned it up) there was no fighting, (or I never heard it) and the older ones worked hard to keep the wheels turning here.  

    By the end of the week, I was feeling better and Eric came and picked me up and brought me up to Grandma’s and moved me into our trailer that was parked up there in her orchard. I am so grateful to all the Aunts, Uncles, cousins, brother/sister in laws that helped see to the needs of my children while I recovered from being so ill. Saturday was the family reunion. The first time we have all been together since Grandpa died. It was a super fun day. Filled with good food, (even though I just looked at most of it, it sure looked good!) water fights, volleyball games, and just good fellowship with each other. Once again, as I sat and watched the 4 generations spend the whole day together, I am reminded of the importance of leaving behind a legacy. 

     

    My niece on the swing

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    Cousins taking a break from the water fight

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    Grandma and her 6 children

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    We asked everyone to show us their “guns” /muscles, Grandma put up her finger like it was a gun. Hilarious!!!

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    Most of the gang, minus a few that were kayaking on the river.

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  • ~jUst FoR fUn~

    A few weeks ago when we were picking cherries at a local orchard, I fell in love with the rows of cherry trees and manicured strips between them. Most orchards are much less groomed. On my way out, I asked if I could come back and take some pics of my children. With it being a little overcast, and nothing much else pressing, I decided to make a go for it. We stopped at the little market and got suckers and bubble gum to make a more fun time for the children. If I don’t get around to a family christmas picture this year, I think I will choose one of these!

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  • ~family camp~

    We spent last weekend at a family camp. It was AWESOME!! I think there was close to 700 people that showed up. The family that hosts this camp has the most amazing piece of property. It is a child’s dream. There was a pond with kayaks and paddle boats. A small stream to float down with inter-tubes. An amazing Zip Line. The largest and longest waterside I have ever seen. Volley ball courts. Trampolines. The list goes on and on. Our children have talked about it non-stop since we got home. We made lots of new friends and can’t wait camp time next year.

     Watching Dad get the trailer ready.

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    Zip line fun!
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    Water wars!
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    Playing in the sand.
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    The field of campers and tents.
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    Flips on the trampoline
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    Water slide with a fire hose and soap.
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  • ~Ride ‘em Cowboy!~

    We spent the 4th of July at the Rodeo. Our boys were cRaZy excited because they were entered in the calf riding for their first time. I was cRaZy worried and exicted for them at the same time. To me, I can’t imagine ever wanting to climb up on a bucking calf just to see how many seconds I could hold on for dear life, just to be thrown to the ground like some horrible wrestling move. But my boys…now they are wired so different. It is just about all they have talked, dreamed, and planned for since the last Rodeo. And because I want them to live life with a passion, and that passion currently is calf riding, I signed them up.

    Grandpa Luke and Grandma Beth flew out special for this weekend. Not only did we have the Rodeo, Julia, Laura, and Eric all had birthdays to celebrate. I love having them visit. They fly all the way from NC, and we just have the best of times when they are with us. They fill an aching void that has existed in our life for so many years. Having them here bless me so much. Beth reads to the children while I make dinner. So instead of everybody in the kitchen asking for the hundredth time when dinner will be done, I cook in total solitude. And they all snuggle up on the couch and listen to Grandma read. I think everyone of us loves it! winky And when we go out, that gives us 4 extra hands in holding and herding children. We keep trying to convince them they should make a permanent trip out here!!

    About 5 days before the rodeo, I woke up in the middle of the night and panicked. I could just see the boys being stomped on by these rather large calfs. I remembered seeing kids in catchers helmets and body/chest vests. I determined to buy these items first thing in the morning. Finding the vest proved to be a challenge. No local store carried them. So I combed the internet until I found one in Maine. These are the vests that a child would wear when riding a horse, so if thrown and stepped on, the damage would be minimal. With expedited shipping, I was guaranteed it would arrive in time for the Rodeo. Next was the helmet. Much easier. The local sporting goods store had them.  After securing these items, I felt like as a mother, I had done my best in trying to protect them from any injuries they might get. Eric laughed at me and asked if I was over reacting. Maybe. But I wasn’t the only mother that had those same thoughts.   Alot of those boys were wearing helmets and vests. So were the men.silly 

    Ben and Michael had a blast riding the calf. They were thrown hard. But never shed a tear. We have some tough cowboys around here. ;) I have a video, if I can figure out how to post it, I will put it on here. The rest of the Rodeo was super fun. We saw bull riding, calf tying, bronco riding, barrel racing. The weather was perfect… hot with a breeze. There was shade over the bleachers, so we were very comfortable.

    On the way home we saw a camel. Normally, we would have just pointed it out and gone on. But we stopped. Gabe had spent the last few days telling us that he had lost his camel. Now I have no idea where he created this lost animal. I can’t remember any book that we read or event that we attended that would have pointed his imagination this way. But for days, he had stood on our front porch every few hours and hollered for his camel. “CAMEL, where are you??? CAAAMMMEL, come home!!” Then he would come find me and tell me that his camel was not listening to him. We would go outside and look across the canyon to the other side and he would point and say “I SEE HIM!” And them more hollering to beckon his camel home. We put out water, a bowl of fruit snacks, but still no camel. So what are the odds, that we would find a camel on the side of the road giving camel rides??? Maybe because we serve a God who is so big and cares so much for each one of us, that he wanted to delight our little Gabe with a camel ride. Upon seeing the camel, Gabe immediately claimed it as his missing camel. Grandpa got out with Gabe and got him up on that camel. And Gabe rode like a king up there. We were all so thrilled for him. Other than the wildlife park, I don’t think I have ever seen a camel in this state. After riding, Gabe told us his camel was going to stay there. We talked about how it would live in it’s barn and maybe we could see him next year. He agreed and has not looked for his camel since.  I love the imagination of my children. They are playing rodeo as I type this. The older boys have a belt buckle strapped around their chest. They all have there “cowboy” /western shirts on. The little ones are making sheep and calf sounds. They have shoots set up and an announcer. And belt buckles for the winners. They make me smile.

     

    Packing into the rodeo

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    Nana and Jules

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    Ben on his calf

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    Michael on his calf

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    one too many rodeos. ;)

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    Josh in his cowboy gear

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    Grandpa Luke and Gabe

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    Jules slept right through the screaming and cheering!!

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    my cowgirl hat. found it at the thrift store and added the feather and flower

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    Eric and his parents

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    our friends

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      Grandpa Luke and Jules

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    The Littlest Spurs ever!!
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    Two happy Grandpas!
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    Getting Maryann ready for the Mutton Bustin.

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    Gabe’s favorite place to be…Grandpa Luke’s arms

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    Josh in his cowboy chaps

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    Rodeo Queen

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    Bronco bustin

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    Beth brought her new camera and got some awesome shots. this horse is hers.

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    calf tying
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    look at this cows expression. Priceless.

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    Barrel racing

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    Maryann’s belt from her last rodeo

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    Our best friends

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    Gabe’s camel

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