Hey, that's MY fear

We went to a petting farm yesterday. Many goats, cows, pigs, bunnies and ponies. Monkey insisted on riding on a horse. So his grandmother got a ticket and he went to wait in line. When it was his turn, a pony (or a horse? really, this city girl can not tell the difference) arrived, but it was a slightly bigger pony as the others we had seen. The young girl walking with the bigger pony sees our little toddler and smiles: "Awww,
you probably want to wait a minute for a small pony to arrive".

"Yes" we all agree. It makes sense. Small kid. Small pony.

Than it occurs to me. We're deciding this based on OUR fears.

So I change my mind: "If he's OK with it, we can let him try to sit on the big one. It's not THAT big."

And he loved it. A LOT!

We were totally assuming he would have the small/ big horse fear we all seemed to have (at least two of us have this irrational fear of big horses.)

More pictures of our sun drenched weekend:

At the playground

A picnic!

Roo, ready to hit her daddy with her tiny fist

Roo, eating her toy Tiger. She's a violent little baby, isn't she.

Monkey, on his new ride! It was a babe magnet. (I KNOW his hair needs a cut. He's going to the hairdresser tomorrow.)

My handsome hubby

A car cow wash!