Not over Homecoming yet.....

If only I could move the tree out of the way.....see the little deer out the window. The little guy still has his spots.
He was very tiny.
We've been having frequent deer sightings. Pretty much everyday.

And then, sometimes, we see some of these guys. (It was a family outing.)

Follow me, children.

My new technique for cutting impromptu visits a little shorter (not that I mind...): Take the naked baby to the door with you.

I'll just keep rolling till I run into something.

Sometimes....I don't get as far.

A late evening for the little one.

Finally.....something to gnaw on.

"Rachel, I saw you at the parade."

"That's right, Nancy, I was the parade."

That's what happens when you arrive at 10:05 for a 10:00 parade. Fat chance getting a giant stroller down a packed sidewalk. So I took to the street. Some dark sunglasses would have come in handy then.

Future Summer and her pet. Give us three years or so.

Me and my octopus....off to see the parade!

Doused her with sunscreen (baby kind), including the hair, and when her hair was wet....I thought it looked orange again. Scott = not convinced, or possibly in denial ("I like the blond hair.")

(Was hoping to keep her cool with the water bottle.)

And here we have the truck with the Bastrop head coach and the Cedar Creek head coach. And in the back, captains, maybe for the Bastrop Bears football team and the Cedar Creek Eagles. In case the photo isn't clear, I shall explain. Cedar Creek - my new obsession since that is Bambi's possible future school district. I'm trying to figure out if it appears to be a classy place. So we have the coaches, that's fine, then my eyes fall upon two skinny white kids in blue t-shirts (Cedar Creek) and I think to myself "ah....high schoolers are smaller than I remembered." And then shift four feet. Two giant black boys. Sharp looking jerseys. Maroon. Bastrop Bears. At which point I say to the universe "Point taken." Things were looking bleak for Bambi's future school district. (Since this is the world capital of football, school districts are judged by their football programs.)

(Nice timing with my photography - the headless horses.)

Back home to my swing.

And Daddy!! (He was working during the parade.)

Tried to move the octopus out of the way for the photo, then I realized...that is what she's gnawing on.

Reunited with dear sweet Lamb after she (Lamb) got a little bath. This is a very happy moment.

Mom, what are you doing under the table? (Oh yeah....we live in a small place.)

Welcome to Bastrop

(Put this one here so you'd have a happy picture to open up to.)
So it's Bastrop's annual Homecoming and Rodeo. This week they had exhibition rodeo events - Friday and Saturday night were the real thing.
We stopped by on Thursday night to check it out.

They were doing calf roping while we were there. The most interesting part was how fast the cowboys jump off their horse. And how the cool the horses are...planting their feet and keeping the rope tight. (See the horse above...)

Bambi watched the events....warily. My attention span waned, and I decided to do some self-portraits. (I know.)

Whoa....easy with the zoom.

This one turned out to be my best....mostly because we see Scott in the background. (What is she doing?)

Anyway, enough of that. Same photo again. This is Bambi saying, I wonder what happens when I pull on this cord.

Mom, take the picture....all the blood is running to mah head.

I'm such a little thang on this big couch.

I'm not telling who pulled the cat's tail.

So the next time someone tells you they hit a tree....it was right in the middle of the road, Officer.

Deer (not bigger in Texas)

My new favorite picture. Little peeking bebe.
This is our little roller. Trying to change her diaper is like a wild west show. She loves to roll over as soon as she is laying on her back.

And here's one of her new outfits.

Rolled herself to the edge of her playmat....

Another new outfit. (Those are little peacocks.)

I have giant eyes.

If only there was room for both hands in mah mouth at the same time.

Another rollover diaper change.

Ah yes, so yesterday I had one of those moments that they write country songs about. Came home from running errands, and Bambi was sleeping, so I got her out of her carseat, didn't pull the vehicle all the way in the garage, left it running (it's hard to get her out in the tight garage), so anyway, brought her in to lay her down, she woke up and starting crying, the phone was ringing, vehicle still running, and I heard Penelope growling. What in the world?!? Saw this guy outside the window....

Yes, the cat & deer showdown.

Ain't skeered of you, little white fluff.

I've been in bigger brawls than the likes of you.

(Looks like someone almost got him once with that scar on his back.)