A conversation over a cinnamon roll:
Me: "You need to figure out what you're going to do when you're done with that so you don't get bored and misbehave."
Son, after some thought: "Can I misbehave outside?"
Actually right now he's being an angel. We played catch for a good hour, and he made a huge amount of progress in both throwing and catching. He's not ducking away from the ball every time it comes at him. And he caught it right out of the air 8 times! Woo hoo! Let me tell you, that was cause for celebration. I think all the positive reinforcement and pride in himself really turned his attitude around. He's being a "big boy" now, very helpful and affectionate.
I almost acquired another boy today. We were at the park and he tried to follow me home. He was sooooo cute! I would have taken him, if it weren't for the fact that I'd end up in jail and all that.
Which got me thinking about the dream I had the other night where I was pregnant and the baby was rolling around in my belly. Oh how I did love pregnancy. So today I was toying with the idea... I'm not getting any younger. Milky baby smell, baby curls, cuddly toddlerhood, and all the many many silly things they do. Then I came back to my senses. Health insurance, diapers, car seats, the eating of every object that comes within reach, the need for constant vigilance. No. I'm enjoying my freedom now that my son rarely drools, can strap his own self into his booster seat, go outside and play by himself, wipe his own butt (kind of), and catch the ball right out of the air eight times. My daughter can do all those things too, being 11 years old.
She used to want to be a princess. Now she's tough as heck. No blushing Cinderella here.Very eventually.
So what does this have to do with horses? Nothing... I just can't help rambling sometimes.