The little blondie sitting in the saddle is Jake. Jake had his 4th birthday party on Saturday. I had worked from 6:00 am Friday morning to 4:00 am Saturday morning (22 hours in case you were counting) finishing up the painting in my basement. Truly, this renovation, is the hardest thing I've ever done, bar none. Now remember how I said my renters were moving in, ready or not? I was kind of not ready, although I was pretty close. It just seemed that every time I turned around, I noticed something that still needed attention. It was never ending. Overall, I will say that it did end up looking pretty darn good. So good, in fact, I wanted to move in instead of going back upstairs to the main house which is in complete disarray .... I told my renters that if their task of moving in seemed daunting they needed to come upstairs and look at my house. I made them. And then they felt sorry for me.
But anyway, when I finally dragged my sore, aching body out of bed on Saturday, after a few hours of restless sleep, barely having the strength to get showered and dressed, I looked out my front window and noticed that a little red pick up truck carrying a pint sized pony as cargo was pulling up to the curb in front of my neighbor's house. The sign on the top of the truck read: Have Pony, Will Travel. Now how cute is that? And just like that, my mood changed. Not my aches and pains, but I did realize that life beyond my own four walls, which have enslaved me for the past several weeks, still exsisted and someone was having a pony party and I was going to go.
I grabbed my camera and headed next door. Missy (Jake's mama) suggested that I call Libby and have her come to the party too, so I did. Now Libby is used to animals since she has her puppy pet, Cooper, so she wasn't afraid of the horse. In fact, I think she thought he was a big puppy and was happy to pet him. Riding him???? Not so much fun - she wasn't going to have it. But she sure got a kick out of the cowboy hat .... except she preferred to use it as a purse. She is already such a girlie girl that way!
I hadn't been to a pony party in over 20 years ... not since my friend, Diane, had one in her back yard when McCall was two. Good times those pony parties.
(Oh my ... the 80's bangs!)