{Rodeo}

Friday Brittany came home from work with a borrowed stick horse. She was afraid my horse was not going to be fast enough. Morgan named the horse Hamster – it kind of looks like one. ( I still think my stick horse would have been faster.)

It was a cold evening with 30 mph wind gusts. The dust stung our eyes and the grit stuck in our teeth. Morgan was ready for the competition and determined to run. She would not even be bribed to leave the arena for a milkshake.

Morgan ran the barrel race and actually remembered the correct pattern.

She came in third place for her age group and got a gold medal.

Then she pulled the ribbon from the goat’s tail and did a great job – no fear at all. Due to technical difficulties she did not place in this even but she still got a blue ribbon.


She was so proud of herself and is anxious to be in the rodeo next year. She asked her dad if she can ride a real horse then. Hummm . . . we will see.


[A side note about Morgan’s hair – After her cousin Allie came to visit she asked me to cut her bangs off so she would look like her. Then after her cousin Lex came to visit she was determined to get rid of the bangs. I am still trying to convince her that you don’t just cut them off. So, we are starting the long, painful, enduring process of growing the bangs out. I don’t know if we will make it.]