Last weekend, while I was organizing, Chris and the three oldest went on a father/son weekend in West Texas.
West Texas has a distinct landscape.
Such cute boys in their hats.
A sweet father/son pair.
The boys were given riflery lessons. His first time shooting.
My little men.
He eats this stuff up.
If I had to guess, he was a little scared.
Dads hanging out.
The landscape. A little prickly. Did I mention that Sweetwater is the rattlesnake capital of the world? For real.
And my boys arrived a little late, when all the beds in the house were taken. Guess where they got to sleep? Guess who didn't sleep? (that would be Chris).
They loved riding down the hills in these wagons.
What's not to love? (Side note: Graham hit our van with one of these. The last father/son trip, Chris's phone, keys and wallet were lost at the bottom of a river. These trips are becoming very expensive).
Standing behind the orange line while others are shooting. Good idea, dads.
This picture looks very Texas. The truck, man in cowboy hat, the gun, the brown, brushy stuff.
This stuff is Graham's element. This smile makes my mother heart glad.
And to top off the boy weekend, they stopped at the Rattlesnake Roundup. It's a famous event in Sweetwater, Texas. Chris said it was PACKED!
Who wouldn't want to be in place with rattlesnakes everywhere?
He looks like a man who loves snakes.
From that to playing golf with Papa. Quite the transition. They clean up well, don't they?