For reasons unknown or understood by this mom, Palmer has taken to pretending to be Davy Crockett. I believe he watched the movie with Rick, although I really try to steer clear of any such old movies and don't pretend to grasp such habits.
Nevertheless, the coonskin hat, a gift from Grampi's Colorado vacation, is a favorite for one certain 3.5 year old.
My little Davy and his poor sister, the good sport:
Speaking of urban, Davy meets the big city for a downtown parade...
Palmer in his happy place: playing with big kids out on a ranch or lots of land.
Have I mentioned how much I love having a girl? I speak girl.
I don't speak all this dirt and shooting. But, luckily Palmer has a dad who completely understands the Old Wild West.
-Bethany
Nevertheless, the coonskin hat, a gift from Grampi's Colorado vacation, is a favorite for one certain 3.5 year old.
My little Davy and his poor sister, the good sport:
On Thanksgiving morning, we all woke to Palmer singing (from his bed because the bunny clock hadn't told him he could get out yet), "Daaaavy, Daaavy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier!!" This went on over and over for about 5 minutes until everyone was thoroughly awake.
Target shooting in the backyard with a BB gun. I know, we're so urban. And yes, Rick really does think buffalo checks and stripes match. I gave up on that one years ago.
Love this! Ben went through a Davy Crockett phase that lasted at least a year. He adopted the accent and swagger. He still calls me Ma on occasion. Your kids are adorable!!
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