Horses Playing!

We made a lovely play area for the horses, where they can eat and roll and run around in the grass a bit. At first, only Shorty was allowed in there, but I couldn't disallow the other two -- they needed to get in there and play too. Arby couldn't wait to roll!

Then he had to buck and snort and grunt a bit too.

And then he could finally settle down like the other two and just eat.

Playing Horse

They entertain themselves a lot by playing "horse". And they wonder why Aleaha has bruises on her knees!

More of Miri Says...

Mommy: "What did you do at school today, Miri?"
Miri: "Oh, I did math."
Mommy: "You did? Wow. Like what?"
Miri: "Uno. Dos. Tros. Yeah, Mom. That's math."

More of that Honesty, Comin' at Ya

Said by Miri the other day, while eating pizza at Costco:

"Mommy, I don't want a churr-to [churro] for dzezert! I want what she's having! [pointing] That girl next to you with all the dots on her face."

(Uh, that would be the nice girl next to me, about 17-ish, with acne. I sure hope she didn't hear this.)

Context

Said by Miri on the way to school this morning:

"Mommy, I'm a little bit hungry. Can we go to the drive-through a Old McDonald's?" 

Horse, of Course!

We had a little window of nice weather and time, so we took Shorty Boy out for a stroll. We had shoes put on him the day before, so he was feeling great and walking confidently. No more ouchies!

 

Next up -- getting rid of all that mud crusted on him. But that's gonna take some time. (Sidenote: See Purrl the kitty in the grass to the right of Shorty - she was soaking in the sunshine too) 

Cooking, Dress-Up, and more Cooking

Aleaha has been in chef-mode lately, wanting to try all kinds of new things. This has been great fun, and it has certainly expanded her gustatory repertoire (artichokes, eggplant, and dolmas - oh my!). But sometimes it taxes Mommy's patience. Last Friday night while grocery shopping, she really wanted crab. She's already tried trout (loves it), salmon (so-so), and some others. But she was all about having crab. OK fine, let's grab the crab-in-a-can and go, right? Oh no, it had to be the real deal, in the shell. So we got one of each, and she was assigned to the cracking process.

In the end, she decided she doesn't really like crab all that much. Oy vey!

Saturday night's entertainment was a dress-up fest, with Aleaha putting Miri into the silliest get-ups she could envision. 

It was time again for our favorite waffles, which means the need for lots of stirring and measuring and ingredient-getting. Miri was at the ready!

Aleaha adds the vinegar to the milk (for mock-buttermilk).

And in a lovely (albeit rare) moment of agreement and cooperation in the kitchen, they worked together nicely on a common goal.