We spent Father's Day at the Poxleitners' in Keuterville. Joe requested some fishing and ground squirrel shooting, so we invited ourselves up to the Poxleitners', who are always a good time. We did do some fishing and Joe and the boys did some squirrel shooting, but more about that later.
Toward the end of our day, the kids were starting to melt in the chaotic, crying, irrational way familiar to any parent with small children. I shot Joe a look and we decided we'd better say our good-byes and hit the road before the poop hit the fan. Just before we made our escape, Loretta asked, "Didn't Sam want to see the horses?"
I pondered that one. Do we leave on a good note with Sam and ND smiling and in high spirits? Or, do we check out the horses, which could leave us having a great time and then suddenly crashing into an "I-need-a-nap-an-hour-ago" tantrum?
Never one to play it safe, I picked option B.
|Sam and ND. ND also rode by herself, but felt much safer with her big brother hanging onto her.|
|Loretta's horse, Dakota, was a very patient, faithful steed.|
|Loretta and Nicole, bringing up the horses.|
|ND and Mama watching Sam ride the horse with Loretta leading it. ND kept giggling and saying, "Horsey says 'Neigh!'"...with her binky, of course.|
It was like someone flipped a switch in Sam. He went from a 4 year old boy, whining and fighting wiht his sister to a happy, excited kid, racing toward me, ready to follow every instruction, ANY instruction just to be able to ride a horse "like a real cowboy."
We may end up having to get a horse.
Maybe we could pasture it in our...backyard? garden? Still working on the logistics...