My son, Carter, just had his one year birthday. We had a little party for him and he got loaded up with presents. He doesn’t even seem like a baby anymore. The way he walks around the place makes you wonder if he is not one going on sixteen. I think that he even has a little bit of a strut saying, “Yah, that’s right, I’m one-what about it?” We are so grateful that the Lord has allowed us this blessing for a full year. I have put some more pictures up on my vox blog.
The worried look on Carter’s face is not fear of the horse, it is irritation that they had to stop to take the picture. He fussed until the horse started moving again. He is not scared of anything and that scares his mom and dad greatly.
Wow! A pony ride for his birthday! What a cool party! I would have loved that when I was a kid. My mom and dad must not have loved me…
Happy Birthday, Carter! Love you.
Actually, the pony ride was the day after his Birthday. And it wasn’t a church carol-sing. So he just got lucky. We wouldn’t have spent money on a pony ride for a one-year old.