If Wishes Were Horses

It's no secret around these parts that I am definitely trying to brainwash my little cowgirl to loving horses

 

                    

          My plan seems to be working she loves to go and feed the horses. She loves filling the hay nets with little handfuls of hay and carrying the grain buckets. Such a good little helper. I am pretty sure horses will be her calling. Show jumping here we come

 

Chris has other plans

 

 

    It's a tough argument. I mean look at that baby's pen holding form. She was only 1 in this picture.

She loves writing her name, which she has been doing for months... every once and a while needing a little help with the N and R depending on the day. 

  

Her favorite thing to draw is happy faces

 

 

Yesterday Chris was busy working on the remodeling project and I was busy deep cleaning the little artists and the new Babyloves bedroom  (can I just state, that for the record, I'm crazy and love to clean, I have baseboard day at least once a month, a lot of times 2x a month. It's a day were I sanitize and wipe the baseboards and door frames and everything else in site. Me being crazy, not just nesting)

Nory Bug came running in saying, "Look at my kitty, look at my kitty."

We didn't expect what we saw. We didn't expect what our 2 1/2 year old had come up with when left to her own devices

 

(Not only did she produce this awesome picture, she just happened to draw it on expensive transfer paper which I had left on the table. She colored on every sheet of it, but just look at that cat, definitely worth it!)

I feel I should state, we are so excited to see what this beautiful baby will have a passion for and the phases she will go in and out of. In no way will we force her to love something (well... I will force her to hate monkeys and country music because, well come on, both are just gross :)). We will just give her a world of experiences to enjoy.
Chris and I talk all the time about how excited we are to meet the new Babylove and see what she will love to do, how she will be similar to Nory and how she will be different.
Life is beautiful people. And we plan to live it!

But let it state on the record how super cute she looks in her cowgirl get up!

 

 

 

Let's Hear It For The Snow!

Ahhhh, this is the Utah that I love. It doesn't get better than those beautiful, snow covered moutain tops at sunset. One of my favorite things in the world is feeding my big, blue horse (who is less blue and more of the red variety in winter) on a blustery, clear skied, wintery day. The 4 acre pasture enveloped in a sparkling, blanket of snow. The fluffy, white cover muffling the distracting noise of the world around. Ahhhh , my happy place!

 

Before our little Snow Angel, this is how Chris and I enjoyed Utahs' wintery goodness

 



Now that we have our beautiful, miracle snow angel, this is how we like to play in the snow

 

 

This is how Nory chillaxes in the cold, Utah winters. She rolls in Grampy Page's ice fishing sled

 

 

This is Grampy enjoying the fluffy white stuff, while teaching Nory how to make a snow angel. When we tried to get her to make one she said "no, no, all done, all done"

 

 

Sledding is tiring, nothing like a nap by the fire... ha, my wild child falling asleep on the floor like this, ya right. Not going to happen.

 

 

Yay, for the snow!!!

 

 



My Thoughts On A Couple Of Furry Little Things

I love animals, I always have (monkeys don't count as animals in my book, so we are definitely not talking about those disgusting mutant creatures).  My parents have picture after picture of me with one of my animals.  Unfortunately the more I love them, the harder it makes days like Friday.

 

Friday we had to put down my Sweet kitty Moe Toes. He was 17 years old. The poor boy has had a hard couple of months. He lost a lot of his hair and looked so crazy that my nieces called him zombie cat

 

 

Then soon after he went completely blind and the poor old guy could hardly walk, his legs were so sore. That is when my parents and I decided it was time. Boy, does my heart hurt. He was such a good cat. He would jump into my arms on command and then he would wrap his arms around my neck making it look like he was giving my a big hug. When I would walk a block to my horse, Momies would follow me all the way to the pasture and hang out while I rode.

Moes was a cat that everyone noticed. It might have been because he had one blue eye and one green eye and he had extra toes on his front paws. Hence the name 'Moe Toes'

 

 

I also lost my other kitty, Blue this last summer

 

 

I guess it was a bad year to be one of my cats.

Blue was such a lovable cat. She would follow me around. She didn't have a mean bone in her body. Chris surprised me with her 8 years ago. She was such a pretty cat. 

 

 

She once had a surprise kitten. Which was curious because she was an inside cat and would go outside for 2 seconds and then get scared and run back in. I guess 2 seconds is long enough. 

 

 

I think Alaska will miss her too

 

 

Man I loved those kitty cats. Funny how much my heart hurts over those furry little things