Kissy Face

Sam LOVES his little friend in the mirror. I just tell him to give his friend a kiss and he does it willingly. He's a lover, not a fighter. That's my boy. Please to excuse the huge mound of dirty laundry in the background.

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

A fugitive before the age of 9 months, Sammy the Kid is wanted in 4 states for horse theivery, crib gnawing and is suspected in the disappearance of mass quantities of formula. If you know the whereabouts of this adorable outlaw or his partner in crime, Mr. Hankie Britches (aka "Stinky Bumpo"), you're asked to contact your local sheriff immediately.

"All in a day's work, ma'am."

Our new-found horse whisperer friend, Rob, invited us over to let Sam ride his ultra-gentle horse, Golden. Sam LOVED the horse right away. He had the best time. Anytime he sees a horse, whether picture or puppet he starts smiling and kicking. The real deal was even better. Oh, and don't worry. In the pictures where it looks like Sam is riding solo, Dad is on the other side holding him up (we photo-shopped out the legs).

Yee Haw!

We decided to dress up as Cowfolk this Halloween. Here we all are at the Western States Chiropractic College Halloween party. It was "spooktacular". Actually, it was OK, but any excuse to get all dudded up.
They had a costume contest for the kiddies. Most of the costumes were store bought (Doesn't anyone make their own any more? That's half the fun people!). Sam's is a combination of things we had around the house and the vest is courtesy of Brandon Rhodes. We did some last minute scrambling because our original thought--Charlie Brown--could not be done. We could not find a plain yellow shirt anywhere. Sam got second place. He was robbed of his Toys R Us Gift card. The winner was a store bought Yoda--please.

"I Surrender!"

I don't actually know why Sam was just laying there like that, but it sure looked funny, so I snapped a photo.

The Pumpkin Patch

When Linus from Charlie Brown spoke of the "Great Pumpkin" . . . he meant us. Here we all are at Sauvie's Island. We went on a bumpy hayride, found our future jack-o-lanterns (mine's an albino I like to call "Caspar") and enjoyed good ol' on the farm fresh fun.


Sam loved the pumpkins. They're big, they're bright orange, they've got texture. What's not to love?

Hooray for pumpkin patches!

"Hay" thar (see, it's funny because he's sitting on a hay bale. Although, you can't see it. Just take my word for it).