After filling their pockets with dirt while I photographed Story and Mark, the boys got to ride this cute, little guy, Bristol. I think they loved meandering around the property, perched atop the pint-sized horse. Eventually, Anders decided he didn't actually want to be on the horse. I think he was getting pinched in between the saddle horn and Soren. After a while he came up with the perfect solution - hitch a ride in Mark's arms. Soren quietly soaked in the experience, reveling in his lone-rider status once Anders defected to the ground.
Does it look like they're crooked? Yeah, that's because they are. They kept sliding to the side and I swear at this point I was ready to drop
the-camera-that's-worth-more-than-I-am to dive beneath their line of descent. Luckily, right at this moment, Louise glanced over her shoulder and did a reverse shuffle, arriving at their side just in time to shove them back into the middle of the beast and safety. Whew, that would have been a disaster! My camera would have been destroyed and . . . . Just kidding, I love my kids more than my camera. Cross my heart and hope to die; stick a needle in my eye.
Mushrooms anyone? I love those little toadstool heads.
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Put me down! Put me down!
Pick me up! Pick me up!
Hey! What's the hold up?!
Oh yes, he did.
2 comments:
Horses have to poop too. :) As usual Lizzie, I love your pics!
What a GREAT pony. That was what my pony was supposed to be like. And I think he'll end up being tha sweet. But he's the biggest horse I have now. How unfair. I want that pony. I love that pony. I think I love your friends Mark and Louise. You don't get a pony like that unless you love your herd.
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