Horse Crazy

It is a known reality that if you have kids, you have toys.

Toys!

Toys!

Toys!

Everywhere you look you will see toys scattered throughout the house.

We have so many toys that we have them in the living room, the family room, the bedrooms, the bathrooms. Toys line the floor from the minute you walk in the door no matter your destination. Big toys, small toys, girl toys, boy toys, baby toys...TOYS!

After folding another load of laundry this weekend, I came into the kitchen to see toys consuming every possible surface. Just as I was about to sweep the place clean of every toy in my path, I stopped dead in my tracks and smiled. 

I smiled because although our kitchen table was covered in toys and we were about to eat breakfast, they were covered with horses. 

My Brown Eyed Girl had gotten into my collection of Breyer horses. (She knows she's not supposed to touch them but I decided to save that lecture for another day) 

 

I had flashbacks of playing with these small model horses for hours when I was a young girl. Hauling them back and forth from the neighbor girl's house in pillow cases. Naming each one. Creating intricate story lines where each model had a significant role. Making blankets out of my mother's wash cloths and bridles out of yarn and dental floss.

Horses!

Hours and hours spent playing with horses.

I tip toed into her room.

There was my beautiful, horse crazy Brown Eyed Girl.

Still in her jammies.

Playing with her horses!