Cowgirl Up?

Once upon a time, Waylon Jennings crooned to the mamas out there, begging them not to let their babies grow up to be cowboys.  I always thought, hey, what about the chicas? Doesn't every girl have the desire to man the reigns, to kick up dust, to wear cowboy boots for other reasons than the desire to be on-trend? 

Nope. Well, at least not in this house.

  I have a whole photo shoot's worth of evidence to the contrary. You see, Felicia's lovely cousin Maggie picked out a special little cowgirl hat for Feesh.  It. Is. Adorable. (Or if I want to be on trend, I'd say it is adorbs. Don't think I want to go that far yet.) Anyway, Mags requested pictures of Feesh wearing said lovely hat.   

(The non-Smartphone you see was meant to be a distraction, as Feesh struggles with the concept that hats go on heads.)

No, Mom!

Take a hike, Mom.  I'm busy trying to agree to the terms of your mobile application usage agreement.

Stop holding my hands- I want this thing off!!

 She indulges me for about two more photos while I hold her hands away from her head.

 

Shoot 'em up, Tex. I have to say, she if she had a holster, that phone may very well have ended up in it.

Then...it's the look. I think that one will be seared into my brain forever. Yikes. If it was any other baby? Nightmares. Yep. *Night.*Mares.*

And at last, she remembers she is mobile and rides off into the sunset away from the preying coyote that is her mother. I get one more strike in. Victory.

Sorry, Gretchen Wilson. Don't let the fact that she trolls around in the house only in a diaper fool you. You're going to have to find some other "high-class broad" to do your bidding and hang out with you on your four-wheeler while your porch alights in the background with the July sunset and the Christmas lights you refuse to take down.

She's more of a Stones kinda gal, anyway.