Trail Ride!!!

I got a chance to get away for two days last week and go back to PVBC for a girls trailride. It was fantastic!!! I was so tired and sore and refreshed. We moved some cows, rode trails, found a decent river crossing, and visited until the wee hours of the morning. My heart is full. Something about the pembina valley on horseback makes me ... overflow. That's the only word I can find to describe it. We had great weather too. Thank you God for the Pembina Valley. I feel like you made it just for me.

3 years old

Brook's 3rd birthday was oct 12th. We had a great time. Trev took a bunch of pictures and videos with his new phone, and then he had some trouble with it and had to return it. he forgot to upload those pictures before the phone was returend, so I have very few pictures from Brook's birthday which I was quite unhappy about, but such is life. There will be more birthdays.

It seems like she turned 3 and became a different kid. She has become very aware of time. By that I mean that she thinks ahead, planning what will happen in the day. She is constantly asking me what is going to happen next, where are we going, and can we have some gum when we get there? I guess it is part of growing up, but I have to admit it has been a bit trying this week. Sometimes I just don't know what we are going to do or when we will get there.

She's been taking instructions a lot better lately too. She seems to be able to focus and carry out a task without getting as distracted as she used too. It is so fun to see her grow and change. Her interests seem to change from one day to the next.

Mobile, Hostile, Agile

Ok, so maybe the title of this blog entry is a little overkill, but Jack is on the move! Look out pets! Look out Brook! Garbage cans beware. The boy is on the move.

I love it. He is so funny as he scoots around the house looking for things to conquer. I am so glad we have such an easy-going dog. Jack will be pulling Sam's ear off or grabbing her wiskers with his sticky little hands and she waits for an opportune moment to get up and leave without knocking him over. (he likes to lay across her and drool) Sometimes if she wants him to back off she'll give him one good lick him from chin to forehead. He always giggles. Yuck.

I try to mediate their time together, because nothing would be worse than if Sam were to lose her patients some day. I can't imagine it would ever happen, but Jack needs to know that there are boundries with the Dog. He can do whatever he wants to the cat. Milo just takes it anyway.

So the boy is moving. He pulls himself onto his knees. I find him sitting in his crib in the morning, rather than laying on his stomach. Ya, he is growing up. 10 months old already. It's hard to believe.