Friday, May 18, 2007
Whoops - not so fast there. Off he goes giggling like mad..
Parents are being driven crazy running here and there for all the final dance practices and recitals (clogging and ballet). No time to get anything done at home and lucky to get there by 9:30pm when the kids are supposed to be in bed by 9pm. So is it worth the hassle, the frazzled nerves, the dirty dishes .... hell yes!! Check out the beautiful ballerina in the production of "Neverland Dance" - she was one of the mermaids in Neverland.
A little white fog action:
A little pose with her rose afterwards:
Monday, May 14, 2007
I have been worried about this little mare because she got very run down this last Winter. My only horse that did. I was afraid to feed her up because the mares have been having such huge babies and if you can call any of my horses refined it is her. So I have been waiting with fingers crossed and she did fabulously. The filly has been nursing almost non stop since hitting the ground so I think making up for some lost time in utero. Mama mare is happily esconced in a large stall where she is eating to her heart's content and then a little extra just to make me happy (I am sure).
Of course, I will not be truly happy until both are about a month down the road and looking fabulous.
Mommy & Me & Montana and the Monkey (Nathan) -Gotta love the sisterly love in her description of her little brother. Sarita told me she drew herself sitting on a rock so she could be as tall as me in the picture.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Bailey did an excellent job and is a wonderful mother.This filly is huge. Very active. Long long legs with plenty of bone. Has already figured out the whole duck my head and get up to the milk thing. Bailey gave no indications she was ready to foal although I have been watching her for the last week and a half. She ate like a, well, horse yesterday morning. No pacing. No sweating. Just one lovely filly.
Hiding under mom:
"No mom - going poop!"
Approximately 4 minutes later door opens.
"mom, mom all done poop- look".
Now thank god he was not actually telling me to look at his poop (although that has happened and he has rightfully been quite proud of some of his potty accomplishments) but to look at Molly. Again he is holding her neck and she peers out the door and something - hmmm, something looks a little different. What is it?Oh, yeah, the dog is wearing my reading glasses.
What have we learned from this little story? That apparently Nathaniel has ways of entertaining himself while going potty that we as adults have long forgotten? That I should not leave my glasses on the back of the toilet (hec if I know what they were doing there or if I would have ever found them myself anyway)?
No, I learned that the dang dog looks good in my glasses.