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:
Love dem' boots!
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.
So cute!!!
He is so stinkin' cute! There's not much sweeter than boys and boots!
Too cute! Love those boots!
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