Yeehah, cowboy (part 2)

Last night while we were gorging ourselves at AnthonyCarlos's on our second pizza meal of the week, both daddies called. They were at an establishment selling honest-to-goodness Texas cowboy boots and needed to know what size the children's feet were. I have since been told that Jacob's boots are made from ostrich leather.

All this gave me an idea for our playdate this morning (with Carlos and his baby sister Anna). So many moms at playgroup have berated me for not yet taking my kids to Carousel Park, an equestrian center with pony rides for kids. I asked my boys if they'd like to do that, and Jacob just about exploded. He gathered himself somehow and was completely patient, brave, and wonderful when riding his new buddy, Red.



Isaac was a different story. At first he was stoked about riding a pony, but as soon as I bought his ticket and we sat down to wait, he changed his mind and was quite certain that he was not going to ride on that horse, to the point that he was going to take his ticket and rip it right up. I tucked his ticket safely away and told him he didn't have to ride if he didn't want to, but that he did have to wait for Jacob. He did, doing his best to sulk it up in a corner far away from us. After Jacob, Carlos, and Anna had all ridden and we were getting ready to leave, I sold Isaac's ride ticket to a lady as he watched. Suddenly his mind changed again, and he was very polite in wondering if he could have a turn after all. Of course.



"That wasn't so scary after all," he told me. "It was actually kind of fun."