It may not be immediately obvious from this photo, but this is from Jake & Ellie’s first horse-riding session!
We have been taking them to dance (ballet & tap), gym & music classes. They went over the age limit for Monkey Music, they seemed a bit bored with the gym classes as they didn’t seem challenging enough, & although Ellie enjoyed the dancing Jake seemed less keen.
So when they turned 5 we decided that they were old enough to decide what they wanted to do, rather than what we thought they should do.
Jake chose Tae-Kwon-Do! I’m not sure how we found out about it, but there’s a great session at our local YMCA, & they’re both loving it. (There’s a funny story about that: ask me later…)
Ellie was mad to do horse-riding. So we did.
It was great! Sadly my ‘phone’s battery ran out just before they got on their horses, so I couldn’t get any more photos.
It took a long time to get going, which is OK as you’re dealing with animals & you have to get the health & safety right. Then they all lined up in the field on their magnificent ponies, our 2 first-timers especially looking very pleased with themselves.
We thought they’d just plod around the field, but they took to the streets! They all rode around country lanes for nearly an hour, & even broke into a trot!
Jake & Ellie both loved it; they were so happy when they came back!
We’re definitely planning to it again; the main problem of course is that it’s not cheap. Great fun though 🙂
Jake was heading on upstairs & asked for my company.
What that actually means is that he wanted me to play music from ‘Frozen’ on my ‘phone while he had a poo. That’s become something of a tradition here.
After ‘Frozen Heart’ (his favourite) & a little ‘For the First Time in Forever’ Ellie decided to join us.
“I’m not Ellie, my name is Shakora”
I don’t even know where she gets this one from.
For the first 2 years of your lives we all lived together in our big house in the Midlands. The “big old house”, with the big old garden.
You don’t remember it. I do.
I remember how I was your full-time, stay-at-home Daddy. For your first year with Mummy, and for your second year by myself when Mummy went back to work, with reduced hours.
I remember it all so well. You don’t.
Christmas is many things, but there’s one aspect of it that you don’t hear much about in the consumerism-obsessed, slick advert-soaked world of the media.
I’m sure though that it’s one that most parents will be aware of: that extra little weapon it adds to our armoury in aiding our little darlings in their eternal battle between Good and Naughty:
“Father Christmas is watching!”