One great thing about having horses is how everyone in the family can enjoy them. My four children love to push their miniture wheel barrels around the barn and the horse stalls. Every Time we get the horse out there are several small people following us around the horse barn and stalls just waiting for their turn. We have come to the conclusion that the youngest gets the last ride because she will never get off without crying. She will sit up on that pony or horse until we are about ready to lay down in the arena and go to sleep ourselves.
So here is a short little essay I wrote about our 2 year old son and his new 5 month old sister. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and remembering the scene.
Bronc Rider~
Our smallest boy, nearly a man of 2 whole years, loves to watch Roy Rodgers, Lone Ranger, and other classics of a similar vintage. Sure enough, here he comes with his huge white Cowboy hat trimmed in black rawhide, plastic gun belt with matching plastic holster. And no Cowboy would ever be caught without his ever faithful, genuine pearl handled (imitation pearl) plastic pistol. OK Tex, here we go. But no Cowboy is complete without…Silver, Thunder, Trigger! So where is the mighty stead? Of course, go get your favorite blanket and your big sister’s baby quilt. Throw it over your shoulder and head for the corral. Ah there’s the stead now!
Mommy turns around and then realizes what, or who, is to be the mount for the afternoon round up. Of Course! Your smaller sister! She only lays down when she is on the floor, as she is only 5 months old. Spread that saddle blanket across her back. At this point it all looks so cute, but oh no! Wait! The Cowboy swings his little leg up and over his newly found mount and sits his little fat bottom square on his compact mount. Hands grabbing the sleeper so of course he can hang on and, “Ride that pony”. Much to his dismay he was unseated in a flurry of Mommy arms and hands and hauled off of his newly found mount. Aw… and just when he was getting her broke in!
