cowboy rain boots

We have a sun hangover. All of us. Yesterday, in honor of Father's Day, we took our boat out with the neighbors for a fun filled day in the sun. Boy, was it. The next blog post will expand on that ;). This morning Ashton and Emory Anne started their two week swim refresher courses. And I say "Emory Anne" because that is how she introduced herself to the only other little swimmer in her class. We are still on the fence as to whether she will be Emory Anne or simply Emory when she starts school. Any suggestions??? I can certainly tell which way she is leaning :). After a very, very full day yesterday, lots of playtime this morning and swim class, my sweet littles are pooped. Ashton went down for his nap crying because he didn't get to shut the front door when we got home. Yeah. Emory, on the other hand, went down super easy. That is, I thought she went down super easy. I just noticed that her bedroom light glaring out at me from under her door. Hmm. I went to check on her and found her like this.

Ashton calls these her "cowboy rain boots". Mainly because Emory insists on putting them on and galloping around the house saying, "yee haw!!". At first Ashton tried to correct her, saying, "No, no, no Emory. These are not cowboy boots, they are rain boots!". It didn't work. So now he just goes with it. Cowboy rain boots. She has become such an accesorizer, that girl of mine. I guess even a napping sassy girl can sport some sassy cowboy rain boots. Yee haw.