I’m not new to the mommy thing, you know.
I’ve been around the plugged in parenting block. Read a book or two. Thousand. Attended a seminar here and there.
I buy into the Dr. Sears wear-your-baby-til-you-break-your-back-attachment parenting style.
Minus the family bed. Cause I like room to move.
I know that Toby never turns down a competition. If I want him to help me clean…I break out the shot clock. If I want him to read a book. I tell him so-n-so read TWO. If I think he should ride the pony even though he’s desperately afraid…I bargain him McDonald’s chicken nuggets AND a double cheeseburger if he will!
Which he took me up on btw…
After MUCH thinking and coaxing and near chickening out.
I know that bathroom humor makes Bristel laugh til’ she snorts. Seriously. If I want her to laugh hysterically…all I have to do is say…
And she’s a goner!
I also know that she’s my compassionate nurturer. If one of her brothers are hurt…she swoops in to the rescue.
And Bristel does not have to be coaxed into riding ponies. She’s one part cowgirl. No parts fear!
And if I know anything…
It would be that Trevor and pony rides are a disaster waiting to happen!
Or so I thought!
Many thanks to our Early Intervention program for treating my kids to pony rides
at Ponies 2 Go today.
And thereby proving me wrong!
After today’s learning curve…I’ve reconsidered…
And I’ll totally take you up on that hippotherapy for Trevy idea now!
And many thanks to Miss. Awesome (I WILL eventually someday in the near future I’m sure be writing a post dedicated to Miss. Awesome…when the time is right) for joining us today! It wouldn’t have been half as fun without ya!
A little bonus…
Click here for a little blast form the past – and see EI’s sponsored event LAST summer.
Trevy has grown up SO much!