I guess this should have been part of my original comments. Here's what my Mom said in one of the comments. "There's a little more to the cowgirl story than Erika is fessin' up to or maybe she just didn't want to bore people. I went down Friday to help her clean house (for Sunday's bash) and we got to talkin' about how neither of us played with dolls much as little girls. She preferred playing with tractors and I went around with six-shooters strapped on each hip. Well, somewhere right smack dab in the middle of all of our spittin' and shinin' we decided to take care of some unfinished childhood business and play "dress-up baby doll" (the cleaning could wait) but all we had to play with was Hannah. First we put the cow girl hat on her - that was cute - and I took a few pictures of her. Then we decided to see if she had a pair of overalls that would fit. Erika looked through Hannah's great big closet of teeny tiny clothes and found a pair. Of course we had to drag the saddle out and ... (the waving hand to you all was Hannah's idea) I wanted to keep going and paint her toenails but after briefly considering, Erika decided she was not willing to paint that toxin on Hannah's toenails even though I assured her it would be only long enough to take a picture and then we would take it off. (Besides, the house wasn't cleaning itself while we were off playing.) Now you know the rest of the story! "
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I recommend putting the saddle on Sadie as training. I'm sure Hannah will be riding bareback in no time.
I'm still waiting to see some pictures of the cousins fighting...
Sara Bagg is looking for a pony for her. We hope to start the real riding lessons when she is three. I'm sure she will get a lot of practice before that riding Gus and Sadie.
There's a little more to the cowgirl story than Erika is fessin' up to or maybe she just didn't want to bore people. I went down Friday to help her clean house (for Sunday's bash) and we got to talkin' about how neither of us played with dolls much as little girls. She preferred playing with tractors and I went around with six-shooters strapped on each hip. Well, somewhere right smack dab in the middle of all of our spittin' and shinin' we decided to take care of some unfinished childhood business and play "dress-up baby doll" (the cleaning could wait) but all we had to play with was Hannah. First we put the cow girl hat on her - that was cute - and I took a few pictures of her. Then we decided to see if she had a pair of overalls that would fit. Erika looked through Hannah's great big closet of teeny tiny clothes and found a pair. Of course we had to drag the saddle out and ... (the waving hand to you all was Hannah's idea) I wanted to keep going and paint her toenails but after briefly considering, Erika decided she was not willing to paint that toxin on Hannah's toenails even though I assured her it would be only long enough to take a picture and then we would take it off. (Besides, the house wasn't cleaning itself while we were off playing.) Now you know the rest of the story!
All you 3 month-old boys out there are in for it. Guard your hearts from this girl...and watch out for Uncle Luke.
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