We were lucky enough to get to spend some time at our friends house in Giddings. Lisa and Marty Lindner live on about 50 acres outside of Giddings, with their 5 year old boy Luke. When we pulled into their driveway, Owen says, "I guess we can really get in touch with nature out here."
Anyway, their place is just beautiful, and Marty and Lisa were so nice to help us "cityfolk" have some country fun. The boys got to shoot guns and ride horses. And when the sun went down, we went to a place called the Lights of Texas, where there were 800,000 lights, a zip-line, bounce houses, hayrides, light shows-- and most importantly LARGE firepits so we could keep warm. (Although I am not complaining about being cold since Uncle David had 17 inches of snow in one night last week in Minneapolis.)
I am usually not scared of things, and let my wild boys pretty much do anything they want to, but I had to put my foot down with this zipline. (Well, with Truett anyway)
It was complete blackness, except for a few Christmas lights, and Owen had to climb up a 3-story high tower and harness onto a line that zipped him out into the dark woods and then back again to be let down the very tall ladder. I was glad when he was successfully back to earth, with his feet on the dirt.
Truett had to settle for trying the climbing wall, which he was not too happy about.
Truett is giving Marty's calf-roping horse a scratch under the chin.
Everyone is loaded up and heading down to the pond.
And what is it with boys and ammunition anyway? Both Owen and Truett couldn't get enough of shooting guns.
Truett and Owen on Peanut (which is Luke's horse).
