Have I Mentioned That My Mom Is Awesome?
The woman that taught me to ride attended another horse show this weekend with her trusty steed, Smoke.
They kicked butt!!
As always.
Smoke is an interesting and unique horse. He definitely has a mind of his own and strong opinions on everything. A Rocky Mountain cross, orphaned at birth, he was hand raised and spoiled rotten when she got him. He used to run over anyone in his path and refuse to give to any pressure short of a beating. Now he is a trusty, overly intelligent, fun horse to ride. She’s brought him a long ways.
With this horse, who has to be convinced that he should do anything anyone asks, she/they placed in every class they entered. He blew away the gaited horses to win the fast walk race. We will give him almost all the credit on that one, he’s a speedy little guy.
They conquered the obstacle class. Performing each task without difficulty from gates and bridges, to tarps, to the “car wash” that always looks terrifying and fascinating to me.
They gave away flag race. Although sitting easy in first mom has always hated going fast. She decided it wasn’t worth it and graciously allowed the other team to win.
In every class they entered Smoke showed the excellent training she has put into him as well as his quirky personality. He stepped back to politelyΒ allow the other horse to win at musical, not chairs but whatever it would be with horses. Mom threw a couple of other classes when speed was called for to eliminate the top contenders, again she doesn’t like to go fast.
This is hardly the first time for them. If I recollect correctly she won the last show they went to also. A dressage trail clinic I think? Followed by a schooling show to see if they were paying attention. They beat all the full time students of the trainer putting on the show. She will of course deny their greatness but we know better.
The first picture is not Smoke of course but I seem to be a little short of pictures of those two. Sadly we don’t have any pictures of them showing.
Lack of Sleep
I have been decidedly lazy in my posting lately. Partially because it’s summer, that means incredibly busy even without a small child. Add him to the pile and it really gets crazy. And partially because of the small child. Although it would be unfair to blame every difficulty in life on poor little 8 this one is definitely his fault. He may have began his life as a good sleeper but those days are long over.
It has reached a point where if he is only up two or three times a night I consider it a good night and last nights six whole hours of sleep leaves me better rested than I have been in days. I think he’s doing better or it could be that my already over worked husband is taking some of the night watch, hence the good nights sleep for me last night if not him.
It’s hard to put thoughts together enough to write when I am barely able to function but I am determined, both to write and that he shall sleep.
To Grandmothers House We Go!
Ok, not to her house but we did get to see her or them. The grandmas as we lovingly call them. And what a delight it was. The Goblin Child and 8 are both crazy about them and, if my eighty year old grandmother bouncing around and giggling like a little kid is anything to judge by, the feeling is returned.
The Goblin Childs best buddy and his family came along. They sat in the back seat together and played and watched movies. The two younger children didn’t get to have near as much fun but all in all they took the long drive much better than expected.