Woobies are hereditary

As a baby, we frequently wrapped our son in his sister's Christening blanket because it was soft, knitted, cool, and didn't seem to bother his sensitive skin the way the other blankets did. Since then, it has remained a necessity. He sleeps with it, travels with it everywhere (although it stays in the car), takes it to daycare, and brings it to dinner. It has been swimming, made smores, flown on an airplane, and dragged through the dirt more times than I can count. It is frayed, has holes, and is no longer a bright shade of white. It's his "woobie".

I have been thinking about how to rid him of it, and even looked to Mr. Mom (1983) for advice.

http://youtu.be/t2-NFhEl-DM

But, that didn't work.

Then, last weekend, we were cleaning out the basement going through old boxes when we found this. The picture doesn't due it justice. My husband had stored away his favorite old t-shirt in the bottom of a box. It was faded, torn multiple times around the logo on the backside, and was so thin I could have used it for kleenex. Yet, he held it like a new born baby. Better yet, like our son holds his woobie.

Jeans Please

With the exception of her snowsuit, she has not had a desire to wear jeans or pants in over three years. Even in the winter. However, in the one week since she has met Hannah and Miles, she has requested jeans and received a new shiny "heart embelished" leather belt from Mom Mom and Pop Pop.

I am nervous what the next year will bring. She is head over heels in love with her horses.

Cowgirl Up

While my grandparents had a farm growing up, I was told we could never have horses. They were too much maintenance and too dangerous. So, I resulted to picking eggs, feeding chicks, and the like. They were all good memories. But, it wouldn't be until I was 23 years old and living in Southern California, that I would have my first ride on a horse. It was a trail ride in Descanso and one of the best days ever! It felt so natural to ride. It was relaxing. Therapeutic almost.

Fast forward to 2011. Our little Kate is obsessed with horses. She wears them on her shirts, carries stuffed varieties on road trips, and recently received an American Girl Palomino compliments of Nana. So, it was no surprise to us that this year, she chose to have Horseback Riding lessons instead of dance.

This is her with Hannah.

Hannah is an American Paint Horse. 7 years old.

She enjoyed cleaning her and putting cream on her "boo boos". It was A+D diaper rash cream. Who knew there were so many uses?

This is Miles. He is a Morgan. 17 years old.

Katie thought it was gross that he drooled all over the place. We learned a little too much clover causes for a bit too much gas.

She brushed, and brushed, and brushed some more. Then, took her cleaning to another level, cleaning the frog of his hoof. She thought it was neat he got to walk around without shoes. Barefoot.

Then, she took to the saddle. A "Circle Y" to boot. So cool that her first ride was on leather made in Yoakum, Texas. Yeehaw, Ya'll!

Check out that posture! Such a little cowgirl. Such a cutie!

Spaceballs

My husband and I had a "laugh-out-loud" moment today, which sent me running to the assistance of Google for an image. Little Kate's best friend, Caroline, was over to play. As Joe and I were in the kitchen making lunch, Caroline leaned over to Katie and said, "Your Mommy looks like the Druish Princess Vespa from Spaceballs."

If I remember correctly, she was spoiled and had her nose corrected. Still, I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks, Caroline!