Cowboy Up...

Our sweet neighbor who is the mom of three slightly older boys moved this past month, but before she did, she delivered this beauty to the loving home of my babes.

We fight over our new John Deere tractor.

(The Texas shorts are a Holla to our friends in Austin - Miss You!)

Someone has been known to kick someone else from atop his green and yellow perch to keep a potential competitive rider at a safe distance. It ain't pretty.

But... this kinda is. Well, pretty might be the wrong adjective, but you know...

Here is Big K in his long-johns riding his tractor like an old fart in his fields. Can't you just envision him chewing on a piece of straw listening to a little Willie Nelson?

I think this might just become an official prop in some outdoor pictures if the weather ever warms up.

And lest ye think we're just country bunkins... I mean, I get that there has been much talk about chicks, IFA and gophers of late... rest assured, we've got a little hard-core city streak in us too.

We like us some John Wayne AND some Tony Hawk.

And some red converse shoes with our beanies.

I call it being well-rounded but I've heard another say,

"We are all a great many things" and really, what's wrong with that?

Nadda. Zip. Zilch.