Dylan got his 1st haircut today at Cookie Cutters. It's a magical place, regardless of the fact that he cried through the whole thing. 
Wes just got home and is apparently ticked that I paid money for it. He thinks he could do better. Anyway, it's done. It's no longer in his eyes, down his neck, or over his ears. But plan on it being more messy than this.
Isn't he a handsome beast? I feel like I just look prettier when I'm on him; like when we're cantering around the arena with my hair flying behind me. That's why my hair's curled today. We got home so late and had to get up early for church, so there was no time to wash all the dust out of my hair. It looked like a snarly horse tail, but I digress. I rode with Wes and had the satisfaction of him being disgruntled about not being the best at something. 
He's read all about horses so knows how to ride in theory, but has only been on a horse a handful of times. If you think he's walking a little funny today it's because he tries so hard to control the horse that all his muscles are tensed all the time. You could say he rides on the horse, but not with the horse.
Wes and I also finished in time, but they said that we didn't. Which was pretty good considering one of the cow's head got stuck in the fence while Wes was trying to drive him through. And I was kicking my horse as hard as I could, but I didn't have any spurs that fit me. I would really like some spurs. It was freezing, but I'm going to do it again on Feb 7th, the last one of the season.:(
I thought it was funny, but Wes was kind of irritated that he unrolled the toilet paper.
Dylan was way more psyched about opening presents on his birthday than he was on Christmas. He yelled and clapped with each one.
Check out this cute boot cake made by Shelly Urry from Granite Bakery. It was carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. One of the few cakes I'll eat and it was delicious.
Dylan smiled and waved his arm around while we sang Happy Birthday. Just after I almost burned my poor grandpa with wax.
Wes and I got him this pop up tunnel and tepee set that he wasn't too thrilled about going through. So I'm going through with him, but just barely.
Because I never want to do this again. 
For all the trouble we had getting him here then keeping him here those first couple of weeks, I will never take for granted the true blessing and miracle that he is. I just expected him to be walking by now. He did everything else early.
Wes was the runner up. 
Wes' grandma with dementia opened the condoms in the white elephant exchange at first exclaiming that she didn't know what the purple box was, then when she was told saying, "I don't want any sex." Her grandkids were however kind enough to award her with the most beautiful sweater in the contest.
This is Wes' Uncle Lane wearing his Uncle Gary's favorite hat that his wife managed to sneak here from Georgia to put in the exchange. 
I would say Gary is a pretty easy going dude, but he was throwing things when his favorite hat got opened.
