One tradition in our family is to attend the Highland Games in Troutdale most years. We love the bagpipes, meat pies, big-men-in-kilts-throwing-heavy-objects, smuggled-in scotch, herding dogs, and trinket booths with ornery Scotsmen. And, kilts.
Naturally, Tyler wears his kilt. And the kilt that Cedar wore in our wedding is put to good use (this year on Maddox). And, while we were there, we couldn't resist a kilt for Glen. Because really, it is very hard to resist a guy in a kilt. Case in point:
This next one is my personal favorite. Somebody should teach that boy how to sit in a skirt (er, kilt). Note the contemplation of the flask (yes mom, the cap is on).
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