Taj got to do everything a little boy loves to do on the farm, including driving this tractor around with his daddy. Brannon tried to get him off, but couldn't pry Taj's fingers from the steering wheel. He is exactly like his dad in sooo many ways.
This is the face of a champion. We are proud to announce that our son won the one-year-old boys race at the festivities in Tropic. He beat out three other little boys. It was a real nail-biter;) Basically, I stood at the starting line and Brannon stood at the finish line, so all he had to do was run to daddy. These races are a tradition every 4th of July in Tropic and Brannon ran in them when he was a little boy, so it was fun to have Taj run in them as well and actually win:)
A close-up of the medal since it hangs below Taj's belly button. It says, "Winner." That's right, our son is a winner! j/k We are going to keep it just in case he never wins anything else in his life:)
This is called Georgetown. It's an old, old cemetary just south of Tropic. Yes we are in our Sunday clothes...we skipped out of Sunday school to walk through a "haunted" cemetary. We're all about wholesome family activities. Really though, this place has spawned a variety of ghost stories from the locals, which makes it even cooler!
Taj is already riding bareback, that kid will tackle anything!