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...
Love dem' boots!
ReplyDeleteDoes 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.
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P.S. Grandma Sandy crashed her car because there was a wasp in it. She hit a tree to kill it.
So cute!!!
ReplyDeleteHe is so stinkin' cute! There's not much sweeter than boys and boots!
ReplyDeleteToo cute! Love those boots!
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