Horses. And Then More Horses.

In the spring, Sophia asked me if she could have a “horse-riding birthday party.”  I checked to see if there was such a creature and found a local farm that specializes in children’s parties and camps.

I thought this was just a temporary fascination.  After all, the girl has always loved animals.  Pretty much all animals, except for snakes.

Now, let me just say for the record that I am not a horse person.  I don’t like them.  They are bigger than me, I’ve been chased by one before, they are unpredictable, they make ridiculously expensive pets, and then there’s that whole business of having to kill them if they break a leg.  Ugh.

Anyway.  Here’s a shot of her at her party.  She had a blast!

Unfortunately, it was probably at this exact moment that her passing interest in horses blossomed into a minor obsession.  We had to watch horse movies. (National Velvet and Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story are her favorites so far.  We absolutely hated Black Beauty.)  I found myself buying her horse clothing, like this cute top at Crazy 8.

And when I found out that the Lipizzaner Stallions were coming to town, I thought it would be great to take her.

(I know, I am SUCH an enabler!)

We had a great time.  I enjoyed learning about the history of the breed, and Sophia loved seeing the horses “dance.”

(‘Scuse the demon eye.)

I had been hoping that this phase of hers would pass, but someone recently commented that after horses, girls become obsessed with boys.

Hmmm.

Maybe horses aren’t so bad, after all.