Confession time. I still haven't done the milk paint. Not having a car last weekend threw me off a bit. No worries, this Fridays' project will go along with the whole paint thing, so it will take me two days, rather than one.
Today one of the characters in my story will be going through a name change. My 4 years old will be referred to from this point on as my 5 year old. He will continue to be referred to as my youngest child and small (as in small, medium and large) He has decided that his friends at school want to celebrate his day with applesauce and ring-pops. You could not ask for a better combination. I am sending spoons with him, just in case on of the kids decides that they don't want to use the ring-pops to eat the apple sauce. I am sure there will be at least one in that crowd.
We will be celebrating his name change on Saturday. We are having a winter party (duh) what I mean is an old fashion maple tapping party without the maple tapping. Unfortunately there doesn't look like there will be any snow for this, and now I have to change plans.
If you have been reading through any of my sons' birthday parties, you know we have grand, but inexpensive parties. (Party On the Range, Human Exhibit, All About Frogs, The was a great fear factor one, but I can't find it)
Yesterday was interesting, again. I was eating lunch, and my dogs were barking. I thought it was nothing but the horse neighbor working her dogs. But the fifth time I looked out to hush them, the horse neighbor wife was limping up my side walk. She has a retired horse, living out his last days in the field. He has one very bad leg, and he was laying down on it, couldn't get up. She had just had needles in her spine the day before, prepping for spinal surgery, and she needed help getting him up before the other horses killed him. We talked as we walked. He had go down the day after Christmas, her and her daughter had a heck of a time getting him up. I pushed on the horse, but couldn't get him to roll. She told me how they did it before, and we went to get the ropes. I called the good neighbor to see if he could help. With her back the way it was, there was no way she could do any pushing or pulling. Good neighbor arrived and we harness the horse. He pulled, I pushed, and right up he went. We did it a lot quicker and easier than last time. She says she knows it's time to call in the vet. If she isn't home and this happens that other horses will kill him. Sad, but necessary. It didn't seem like it, but I was over there for almost 3 hours. I made sure that she has my number, so if this happens again, before the vet has a chance to come out, she can just call.
I wonder what today will bring.