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Emma had another riding lesson this morning. She’s been taking lessons sporadically this summer from my cousin. It is the perfect opportunity for Emma to get a taste of riding from a cousin with whom she’s enamored. (I know so, after a lengthy love letter emma wrote to her this morning before the lesson). I knew this week’s lesson would be a little better than the others because yesterday Emma told me that she was going to walk and trot by herself without anyone walking her.
That’s how Emma operates. Everything proceeds on her own time, at her own pace. Like swimming. I couldn’t get her to wade past her waist at the beginning of the summer and now she’s doing cannonballs off the diving board without any flotation devices. But each step was her decision. She rarely responds to any prodding by her mother or father.
So this week, she rode most of the lesson alone. At least that was the report. I was asked to leave her by herself at lessons this week. "Mommy, could you do some errands while I ride this time?" So Mary and I left and wandered aimlessly around the grocery store–milk, some yogurt, cream cheese…obviously we didn’t make it past the dairy case.
We got back in time for me to catch a quick shot of my ‘rider’, riding all by herself, with no one leading her and heading back to the barn to un-tack, brush the horses and hand out much earned carrots to a lot of soft noses standing around the barn.
Thanks Lia, for a wonderful morning lesson. Thanks Vanity, for being such an old softie that you do exactly what you’re told and let a four year-old think she’s in complete control.
Emma had another riding lesson this morning. She’s been taking lessons sporadically this summer from my cousin. It is the perfect opportunity for Emma to get a taste of riding from a cousin with whom she’s enamored. (I know so, after a lengthy love letter emma wrote to her this morning before the lesson). I knew this week’s lesson would be a little better than the others because yesterday Emma told me that she was going to walk and trot by herself without anyone walking her.
That’s how Emma operates. Everything proceeds on her own time, at her own pace. Like swimming. I couldn’t get her to wade past her waist at the beginning of the summer and now she’s doing cannonballs off the diving board without any flotation devices. But each step was her decision. She rarely responds to any prodding by her mother or father.
So this week, she rode most of the lesson alone. At least that was the report. I was asked to leave her by herself at lessons this week. "Mommy, could you do some errands while I ride this time?" So Mary and I left and wandered aimlessly around the grocery store–milk, some yogurt, cream cheese…obviously we didn’t make it past the dairy case.
We got back in time for me to catch a quick shot of my ‘rider’, riding all by herself, with no one leading her and heading back to the barn to un-tack, brush the horses and hand out much earned carrots to a lot of soft noses standing around the barn.
Thanks Lia, for a wonderful morning lesson. Thanks Vanity, for being such an old softie that you do exactly what you’re told and let a four year-old think she’s in complete control.
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I realized the other day that had never shared my birthday present from Dan…he sent me away for the afternoon, sans children, with a little cash in my pocket to hit some local antique shops in Havre de Grace. It is a little town at mouth of the Susquehanna River on the Chesapeake Bay with antique and vintage shops around every corner. I cherished every moment of wandering at my own pace, lingering way too long looking at old postcards, or unfolding vintage aprons, no children to fuss over, no rush to get home to make dinner, as he promised dinner out when I returned. It was a perfect little present. And of course, I returned home with a few things.
orange polka dot canisters with wooden lids. stamped ‘west germany’. I haven’t been able to find any information about these anywhere. I’ve googled, ebay searched, no luck. So, I’ll just cherish my little two that are sitting on my counter.
Thank you, Dan for a wonderful (much needed) afternoon to myself….
I realized the other day that had never shared my birthday present from Dan…he sent me away for the afternoon, sans children, with a little cash in my pocket to hit some local antique shops in Havre de Grace. It is a little town at mouth of the Susquehanna River on the Chesapeake Bay with antique and vintage shops around every corner. I cherished every moment of wandering at my own pace, lingering way too long looking at old postcards, or unfolding vintage aprons, no children to fuss over, no rush to get home to make dinner, as he promised dinner out when I returned. It was a perfect little present. And of course, I returned home with a few things.
orange polka dot canisters with wooden lids. stamped ‘west germany’. I haven’t been able to find any information about these anywhere. I’ve googled, ebay searched, no luck. So, I’ll just cherish my little two that are sitting on my counter.
Thank you, Dan for a wonderful (much needed) afternoon to myself….
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