C is for Cowgirl

[caption id="attachment_4335" align="alignleft" width="300"] Cowgirl[/caption]

 

When I talk about my little ones, I use their fun nicknames. This is my daughter, Cowgirl. I think it's obvious why we call her Cowgirl.

We spent the weekend doing typical Cowgirl things. She belongs to an organization called Westernaires, which is a mounted precision drill organization. She rides every weekend- rain, shine, even snow. Even holidays.

Saturday, we got our chickens, got them settled, and then I drove Cowgirl to her ride.

[caption id="attachment_4337" align="alignright" width="300"] Cowgirl's team doing a propeller![/caption]

We do not own horses. Westernaires lets you rent their horses for a pretty reasonable amount of money. Which is good, because Cowgirl loves horses. Actually, she loves all animals, but she especially loves horses.

This is sad, because I hate poop. Horses poop a lot. You have to walk in their poop when you go watch Cowgirl ride. I try to step around most of the poop. But I still go to watch her ride, because she really loves it. You've never seen a kid grin so big as my Cowgirl grins when she's around horses.

[caption id="attachment_4336" align="alignleft" width="300"] Go Cowgirl![/caption]

 

Sunday was a special day, since it was Easter. Westernaires celebrates Easter in its own special way. They have an Easter parade. Cowgirl was one of the kids on her team selected to ride in the parade. This means she had to be there at 6:30 a.m. to groom

and saddle. Then they rode the horses to the staging area, changed into costumes, and then the parade started at 10:00 a.m. After the parade, they had a church service in the arena. The kids stayed on their horses for the service, so this made Cowgirl happy. Then, they  changed out

[caption id="attachment_4334" align="alignright" width="300"] Church even a Cowgirl can love.[/caption]

of their costumes, unsaddled, and we went to a pancake breakfast sponsored by the Lions Club. I guess we should call it lunch, since

we didn't get there until 12:30.

So it was a long day. A long weekend, actually. Filled mostly with Cowgirl's activities, and the rest of us along for the ride. Well, she was the one doing the riding. We just watched.

But that's life with a Cowgirl.