8.12.2010

for Walking

He's a pistol, Tuck is. His energetic spirit holsters an endearing little bundle of contradictions -- he's curious and cautious, tranquil and tyrannical. Watching him swagger around in these secondhand cowboy boots, purchased for a theme party we attended earlier in the week, he seems more boy than baby.  He's all arms and legs now, his body stretching out like rawhide.  And I just want to rope him in and hold on.

JEB

PS I know!  It looks like he's jabbing his eye out with the plastic horseshoe.  He thought it was "glasses."  He puts my headbands over his eyes too...

5 comments:

Beth Ann said...

Love dem' boots!

Poppy John said...

Does he sleep with his boots on? You need to buy him a badge and a gun. I'll buy him a horse that he can keep at Grandma Jan's house.

L2A4

P.S. Grandma Sandy crashed her car because there was a wasp in it. She hit a tree to kill it.

andrea | jene said...

So cute!!!

Christy said...

He is so stinkin' cute! There's not much sweeter than boys and boots!

Debi said...

Too cute! Love those boots!