I'm a Cowgirl, Baby!

Look at me! Last weekend I went to my Grandma Candy's house to visit. One time a couple of years ago, Daddy put me up on a horse, but I didn't like it too much. The horse never even got a chance to move. But this time, Daddy climbed up there with me. Mommy wouldn't--she was too scared. Grandpa Chuck said, "How can you be scared of horses but not of 20 third graders?!" Anyway, so I totally loved it! We walked around the yard and I was laughing so hard, I wasn't paying attention to breathing! Daddy had to stop and hold me for a minute so I would stop laughing and breathe again! Grandma Candy kept stopping the horse so she could make sure I was still happy. When she did that, I would rock back and forth and make that noise I make that means "Go go go!" Grandma Candy was so proud and very impressed. I even knew that I was supposed to hold the horn on the saddle. Of course, I blew spit bubbles on it too.

P.S. Today at school I ate all of my yogurt...most of you know that is a huge deal because for several months now I have only eaten for Mommy. Mommy was so proud of me, she was making a ton of phone calls on the way home! Yay for me! But don't expect it to happen on Thursday. I like to mix things up to keep people on their toes.