When my mom was here for Christmas, she brought my old cowboy boots...which were actually HER old cowboy boots from the mid 1950's. She claims they were "hardly worn" when I inherited them. As you can see, they have been well-loved and I do remember wearing them a lot when I was little.
Mom actually brought these for me to use as I decorate the boys' rooms (a project I have yet to tackle), but Davis saw them and immediately said "Woody's boots! Woody's boots!" and insisted we help him get them on. Then he wanted to wear Woody's cowboy hat (leftover from Halloween) to complete the look. He is hilarious and so determined/stubborn. We just couldn't say no! It warms my heart to see him wearing these little boots that are over half a century old, with so much family history. So now, he plays cowboy and the decorating will just have to wait...
Gotta get my hat on...
...and fix my boots.
Hey, which foot does this go on?
...and, he's off!
The cutest little cowpoke in the West!
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