The sheep show

So, I'm sitting here at the Indianapolis Airport, waiting for my flight to Fort Worth for the Agricultural Media Summit. What better time to try to catch up on some blogging that I have so desperately needed to do!? :)

The first week in July, I met up with Craig and the boys at my parents' house. I had been working in Louisville for the National Junior Summer Spectacular, and it was an easy meeting point for 4th of July.

The Gibson County Fair also started that same weekend. Although Craig had to head back to work on that Sunday evening, the boys and I stayed an extra night so that Waylon could participate in the pee-wee sheep show that Monday evening. What an ordeal!

Waylon was excited all day about showing his sheep with mom. We got him all dressed, and headed to the fairgrounds, and his cheering section of Granny, Papaw and Great Grandma Couch assembled. He started climbing all over the bleachers, and within the first 10 minutes, he was covered in dirt. I asked if he could at least stay clean until AFTER the show, and he said, "I'm a cowboy, mom. Cowboys get dirty." Fair enough. How could I argue with that!?

We sat through about 1 1/2 hours of the show, and as they were selecting the champion wether -- the last class before the pee-wee show -- Waylon had decided he was hot and tired, and he wasn't going to show. At the same time, Nolan decided that he was done sitting in the stroller. And, of the four adults there, I was the only one who could hold him. (Mom had just had back surgery, and dad and grandma just aren't able.) SOOOO... the three of us head into the ring.

Through my smile, I'm whispering down to Waylon, "You'd better smile. Hold the halter! If you want to ride rides and play games after this, you'd better smile and hold this halter!"

You'll notice I'm all sweaty, and my glasses are crooked. Nice, eh.

Once it was over, Waylon was rewarded with Skittles and a ribbon. And, boy, was he excited. Papaw Couch was also very proud of his little showman.

Ah, yes... family memories at their finest. But, honestly... it's a great memory. And, I wouldn't trade it for a thing!