Crossdressing Cowboys

The hooligans spent the last weekend at Billy's parents house. It was probably the first time I'd been able to get any rest since we started moving. It was sooo awesome. I always miss them as soon as they walk out the door, or at least as soon as Ive cleaned up all the mess they left on their way out the door, but it was really awesome to spend Valentines weekend just doing not much. (Ok, there was one 10 mile run in there, but I wanted to do that so it totally doesn't count.) They always have a great time staying with Nanny and Pop, and it's always awesome to be able to wake up slowly (I'm horrible at being abruptly woken up, even after 6 years of kids.) instead of woken up by one, or as as many as three, people screaming my name.

I was so excited to have them back home though. We went to pick them up from my mom's house (kinda the half-wayish point between Billy's parents and us) and it was great to be greeted with screams of excitement.  (That isn't always the case...anyone who has a kid or two knows that a lot of times it's "no mom!!! i don't want to leave!") It was so great to see them that I didn't really care that Jericho was dressed up as a cowgirl, who as you can see from this picture is shooting himself in the eye. He wouldn't have lasted long in the wild west I don't believe. I'm glad we don't have to deal with shootouts anymore...because it would have definitely been his eye getting shot out. Never a dull moment...and I'm glad to have their brand of chaos back in my life. I'm much more boring without them. ;)