Archery and a 50

I found a lost post! Glory be! I knew I had misplaced it somewhere. Lo and behold it was right where I left it.

One of our favorite things to do is find some land (usually it belongs to our good friend who is a sheep rancher) and bring the bows, the targets and the Honda 50.

That there Honda 50 has brought the Burrell family entertainment for years. Michael remembers riding it when he was Hunter's age in the backyard of his childhood home. It's so fun to see our kiddos living a little bit of our past.

Shortly after this picture was taken, we locked her up in a tower for her own protection until a suitor of suitable suited-ness comes along. Either that or until she turns 31.
At least she's got her mind on the right track. She tells us every time we pass the sign flipper who stands on the corner advertising a local tax refund place, that her husband will not be someone of that profession. Good for her. She's not going to settle for mediocrity. That's my girl.

                                                            Pretty sweet shot, eh? He's got good aim, I tell ya.

Genuine happiness that comes only from being with her daddy.

Funny tag a long story to kindof go with this post:

This weekend we went to the same spot, well not the exact same spot, but it was the same-ish spot. Sortof. All the land belongs to our same friend, make sense? This time we left the 50 behind and only brought our bows. Golly gee, but I love me some bow shootin'. I feel all strong 'n stuff. I especially love it when I beat Michael in our shoot out. ha HA! It's only because he looks so flippingly HOT when he shoots that I am able to...to, uh...hmmm. Wait, what? I lost my train of thought. I was thinking about the way he looks from behind when he shoots and I got distracted. Sorry.

We had only been there for a little less than 24 minutes when the inevitable happened. Mud, and water, and Daisy fishing rocks out of the muddy water and a screaming 4 year old, a terrified 10 year old (someone had a birthday!) and a shamefully laughing mommy year old.

I'll try to summarize.

Down in the creek bottoms where the cattle roam, it gets muddy and mucky. Hunter crossed the muck. Roo crossed the muck. Daisy fetched in the muck. Laynee wanted to join in. She tried to cross, was deceived by the moss growing on the surface of the water/mud/muck and fell in, got a boot stuck, and began screaming as if it were the end of days, (which, to her credit, was supposed to be the end of the world day) and Roo, with no thought as to her own safety and cleanliness, jumped in after her and lifted her up out of the muddy mess. I sat and giggled, got chastised by Corrine and then sheepishly, I went over, apologized for laughing, and then I loved on them. They calmed down and we made it back to the truck without incident. The girls stripped down to their skivvies and we enjoyed the rest of a pleasant evening. And not one picture was taken. Sad, I know. But at least it is documented that Corrine truly does have that mothering instinct. She sacrificed herself for the safety of another. So we can just put to rest all those rumors she herself started years ago when she said she didn't want to have any children because they are too messy and loud. And they ruin all her nice things.
Corrine, my love? You'll get used to it. I sincerely mean it when I say that I hope you have a daughter just like you. You'll be the happiest mama in the world!