Today is costume day at Kiddie Camp.  Beckham wanted to be a monster.  After a few calls to Party City, there were no monsters to be found.  If I were a good mom, I would have planned ahead and ordered this gem.
Instead, we borrowed a cowboy costume from the neighbors.  I must say, I have one handsome little cowboy.  All morning he has been running around in jeans and chaps.  After he uses the restroom, he waddles in, pants around his ankles, and asks me to help put his cowboy pants back on.  They hook in the back you see.  Not his skill level yet.

As we knelt down for family prayer, I took a moment to thank my Father in Heaven for this little cowboy kneeling beside me with his arms folded and eyes closed.  Sometimes I think my heart is going to burst.