Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Margaret spent yesterday afternoon galloping around on our new stall mats in the barn alternately swinging the lunge whip around shouting "go horsey!" and having me clip the lunge rope on her pants so she could pretend to be the horse. She also insisted that I put a halter and lead rope on her and lead her around, giggling hysterically. Then when I went back to painting I looked over to see her "picking" out her feet with the hoof pick.

She must be her mother's daughter. I was a deprived child from ages 6-12 (at least I considered myself one) since I was without a horse. So my friends Allison & Meredith and I spent hours setting up jump courses in our yards, organizing stables in the fallen leaves and galloping wildly around our woods on various steeds. It's true I have been a horse fanatic from an early age...

Currently the kids are waking up in their bedroom. I hear Margaret singing "happy birthday" (her current favorite song) and gobbling like a turkey. And she must be playing peekaboo with William because he is getting his out of control, infectious giggle going. There aren't much better sounds than these in the world.


  1. Your kiddos are too cute for words. I love how much your daughter is like you.

  2. I can't wait to meet Marguerite & see her grow up. She's a blessed girl to have a mom like you! And thanks for making Allison & I horse fanatics too :) I was just reminiscing the other day about ooing & awing over the horses with you at the Laird Rodeo!