Our little town had a Wild West Fest a couple of months ago and there was sign-ups for Mutton Bustin'. This, friends, is basically riding a sheep the way you would a bull if you were bull riding. Paul had the girls all excited about signing up for this and THEN decided to tell me about it. Interesting order of events, no? I was less than thrilled at the idea of my perfect, baby daughters being flung from side to side on a wooly, dirty creature who's brain is the size of a golf ball. No. I didn't like this I tell you. But guess who lost this one. Yep. You guessed it. The mama.
I mean, is this not the cutest thing you ever did see? My little cowgirls in their western wear ready to ride a sheep. I have to say, I'm so glad they were able to have the experience. I was a nervous wreck, but they had so much fun. Sydney was a little natural on that sheep. Adorable, I tell ya!
This was after their ride! How proud are they?! Love them!
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