We went to the rodeo Sunday, and Hannah was amazing to watch! She was so enthralled with everything. Mom said that Mere was more excited about seeing Hannah at the rodeo than she was to just be there! I agree. It's so much fun to watch her take in the world around her.
She told us on the ride there that she wanted to see tractors. We typically walk through the exhibit hall, so someone in the fam must have told her about seeing the tractors. She also wanted to pat animals.
I have been to the FW Stock Show & Rodeo nearly every year of my life, so in carrying on the tradition, Hannah went with us last year, too. Even at that age, she hardly flinched at the fireworks during the National Anthem. This year, too, she was taken in by the sights and sounds of it, but not at all jumpy or nervous about them. She jumps when our garage door goes up and she knows that Daddy is about to walk through the door, but no problems at the rodeo's loud noises.
She got to pat several cows; see sheep, goats, llamas, chickens, ducks, horses, and rabbits; and didn't miss much of the action during the rodeo either. Even though we could see how tired Hannah was, she didn't want to miss a thing -- and didn't get cranky either!
I figured Hannah's favorite parts of the day would include some of my favorites:
- Seeing the mommy pig with lots of baby pigs. She was talking to me yesterday about the baby pig biting the mommy pig, so I briefly explained that the baby probably doesn't have teeth so it didn't hurt...
- Watching the cowboys and cowgirls ride horsies and cows. Hannah even applauded when the bronc riders lasted their 8 seconds and was concerned when "Cowboys hat fall down on ground."
- "Riding" the tractors at the exhibit hall. I never before realized that tractors came in every color, but Hannah rode them all red, orange, yellow, blue, black, gray, green... At the John Deere booth, we looked at the toy tractors and asked which one she might want. She pointed to one of the real tractors that was probably the size of her room and said "I want that one."
But, no. Alas, when we loaded up in Daddy's pickup truck at the end of the day, I asked what her favorite part of the day was. She retold the "schtick skit" put on by the clowns where they came out in an ambulance (or a firetruck in our world) and dropped the girl on the ground and rode round and round...
Of course, at school the next day it was a different story. Reportedly, she told them that her favorite part was seeing cowboys. "Were they cute?" her teacher asked. To which she replied a resounding "Yeessshhh."
