The old song says something like, "Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys", but I don't totally agree. =) I think it should be more like, "Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to be bullriders!" That definitely should be off-limits, but horsies are just too much fun, and Magnus is quickly finding that out! We got him a helmet so he could go riding with Daddy and he thoroughly enjoys it! Since riding horses is a no-no for pregnant ladies, I have to walk alongside instead of being in the saddle... but that's okay, my Dr. would be proud of me for exercising! =) Magnus loves to try to hold the reins just how Daddy does, and when E-Z would stop walking he'd say, "Walk! Walk!" The next day after this photo of my 2 favorite cowboys was taken, Joe and Melvin went horseback riding together. The only problem with that was that Joe happened to mention it to Magnus beforehand, and since Magnus couldn't go he was totally crushed and just cried and cried, saying, "Melwinn? Orsies? Mannees wide??" (Translated: Melvin? Horses? Magnus ride?) Poor little cowboy! We felt so bad! But that's just the way it goes sometimes. Cowboys have to be tough!
Magnus has to play some sort of "tent" game every single day. He just has to - it's that simple. Whether it's climbing up on our bed (if it's freshly made, no problem - he just tosses pillows aside and throws back the covers!) to get under the sheets that either Daddy or Mommy hold up in the air for him, or using a blanket going from chair to chair, he loves it all. His latest bit of tent wonder and excitement came when Daddy pulled out a real, live, musty smelling, old, camouflage tent! Oh what fun! It even had a zipper for the door, which was even better. Joe and I have looked forward to the day when we can take our little "camper" on a real camping trip down in the woods - or maybe just out in the yard. I think he's almost ready, and it won't be long at all before he's a happy camper in the literal, fresh-air & roasted marshmallow sort of way!