Cowboys and Horses

Today is Go Texan day here in Houston and I was determined to see the trail riders like we did last year. I told Zach last night that tomorrow we would see cowboys and horses. He seemed marginally excited, he does still really like horses but was more interested in drinking milk and watching Barney. Well this morning, guess who popped up talking (very loudly) about cowboys and horses. 'Horses' is crystal clear...'cowboys' on the other hand took me a while to figure out. But all morning was cowboys and horses, cowboys and horses.

So imagine my anxiety when at 8:30 we went looking for the trail riders only to find no trail riders. Well, crap. Zach and I drove up and down the street for 30 minutes, me trying to remain calm and wondering how I am going to get myself out of this, stopping at Shipley's got some donuts, stopped at Starbucks, got Mommy a coffee and finally ended up at the park that faces the street they should come down. I decided to give the riders until 9:15 to show up then. I was still going to work after all. Luckily I met a very nice mom at the park (who, turns out was in one of my Junior League placements) and she said they came through at 9:30 last year.

And sure enough, 9:45 on the dot they were walking past us. We stood with my new friend and a bunch of SAHM moms with their kiddos and waved at the horses and cowboys. I think Zach liked it. He did a lot of waving and saying of "Good morning!"

Watching the port-a-potties bring up the rear