My son- the Yeti…

  
I’m not sure how many Yeti’s I’ve heard in real life, but I’m pretty sure my son is one of them.  When I travel with horse events, and do not have direct eye contact with the small male human who lives in my home and resembles a boy, the rumbling sounds of a Yeti begin to filter through the atmosphere.  

Why, after all I do for them, do they have to sound like wild safari animals or mythical creatures when their mother is trying to look like she’s a horsewoman who knows what she is doing??

    
That, and the lurking…his new habit.  If you feel your skin tingle like your being watched…you probably are…from about 2 inches behind your tush.  My son has issues with personal space and staying away from “personal areas”.  He’ll lean to the side and peer around, being mildly creepy.  Sometimes he’ll throw in a “hi” or “what ya doing?”, otherwise, he’s a lurker.

Traveling with four kids (my two and my brothers two) with just Momsie and I as the grown ups…quickly loses its charm!  

  
His face says it all about our road trip.

My son, the Yeti

  I’m not sure how many Yeti’s I’ve heard in real life, but I’m pretty sure my son is one of them. When I travel with horse events, and do not have direct eye contact with the small male human who lives in my home and resembles a boy, the rumbling sounds of a Yeti begin to filter through the atmosphere.    

Why, after all I do for them, do they have to sounds like wild safari or mythical creatures when their mother is trying to look like she’s a horsewoman who knows what she is doing??  

 That, and the lurking…his new habit. If you fee your skin tingle like your being watched…you probably are…from about 2 inches behind your tush. My son has issues with personal space and staying away from “personal areas”. He’ll lean to the side and peer around, being mildly creepy.   

Traveling with four kids (my two and my brothers two) with just Momsie and I as the grown ups…quickly loses its charm!   

  

His face says it all about our road trip.

Life is a beautiful ride!

  

Doesn’t this say it all…life really is a beautiful ride.  In any ride, you’ve got great moments, unforgettable moments, struggling or scary moments…but at the end of the day- it’s all beautiful!

This riders is sporting the horse show pleasure clothes, perhaps taking a break from the show day to stroll the beautiful scenery and take a moment to enjoy, appreciate, or reflect.  It’s always a great way to reward a horse for a rear ride!

For more awesome designs, fee free to visit my page dedicated to the coloring book, where you can download your own copy of the whole book, 16 pages, for free! The link is below: https://southfortyrocks.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/final-check-coloring-book-combined.pdf

Foaling season

  
I love foaling season!  Little bundles of spunk, sass, and love bounding around the farm…new personalities to learn! And the mystery of what color they will be…will they have markings…each time such a unique experience!  Enjoy!

For more awesome designs, feel free to visit my page dedicated to the coloring book, where you can download your own copy of the whole book, 16 pages, for free! The link is below: https://southfortyrocks.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/final-check-coloring-book-combined.pdf.

Seeing what is in front of me, and loving it

Recently, I took my youngest (4) to the pediatrician for a quick consult.  Since his birth, little man has had mouth sensory issues and some developmental delays that I’ve been keeping an eye on, and now that we’re established in preschool, he is starting to really grasp consequences and routine, and I felt it was time to review some of the things that I’d like to start pushing to overcome a little more.  It’s the one struggle I knew I would face adopting my children – working through genetic traits I personally don’t have, and ones that may have been developed from lack of proper prenatal care- and I am the biggest advocate for my man to find all the resources I can for help.
For those new to me, I adopted both my fantastic kiddos (full siblings) from state foster care.  Yep…I won that lucky cosmic lotto and ended up with a 3 month old baby and one on the way as foster to adopt children.  Adoption was finalized before they turned two (they are 10 months apart in age), and they have some developmental delays that teach me acceptance, patience, and the beauty of asking for help either through speech therapy, my awesome/amazing preschool teacher (#whycantsheteachthemeveryyear), or my wonder woman pediatrician (no- I’m not an uber feminist…they just all happen to be female).  

So, as the doc and I are discussing my mans plan for summer and returning to school, I was completely touched.  My pediatrician is pretty awesome, and I was lucky to get a good word in from another doc I know to get accepted with my kids.  Not only was she was of my biggest advocates for all of my foster babies, but she had this awesome faith in me that just kept me trying.  And today, as she has in the past, I caught her taking a moment to gather her thoughts, and then she shared that she will always see my man as a miracle baby.  That she just prayed she would see a day where we could discuss issues on growing up and developing, instead of fighting alongside me to keep him alive, after bio mom did no prenatal care, smoked, and barely kept herself nourished enough to stay alive (seriously- like 80-100 pounds at 8 months pregnant!?!).  At 6 months old, she didn’t think he was strong enough to make it, but we relied on prayer.

I’ve struggled and pushed and scheduled and structured my kiddos lives so much to help them achieve their highest learning potential, give them opportunity to flourish, and give them limits/boundaries to keep them succeeding…and I forget every once in a while of his 6 month old check up…

He was just a hair over 9 pounds, couldn’t keep food in due to a slow moving digestive track, lethargic, just a handful of hope.  We went to a leading children’s hospital for help in getting him successful in eating, keeping it down, and developing.  And no one thought he would live much longer.  But my husband and I stayed there with him, for 5 days, watching, asking, feeding, testing, helping.  I helped put an IV stint in his scalp, when I was the only one that noticed the pinch in the line and the drip.  I held him and helped put him under anesthesia, and was the only one there to help him wake up after (I was terrified and not a nurse in any way shape or form, but someone should be there for him).  We fed him those finger sized bottles of food, and I finally put a foot down and put faith in my prayers and said he needed to go home, nothing they were doing was helping.

I have to keep remembering to stop and appreciate what we have overcome already in my children’s lives, and remember to breathe deep and be patient.  In the rush of everyday, I need to remember that it’s important to see how far we’ve already come, beating the odds. We’ll be just fine- through faith, family, and prayer…we’ll be right where Gods intended us to be all along!

  
 

Trail riding extraordinaire 

Trail riding extraordinaire 

Moving on to the next page of our RM coloring book…may we present this design:

 We all love a gentle gait through the woods, brightening up an already good day.  I know, for me, the trail is always where I want to be, crossing water, climbing hills, or wandering through dry gorges.  I am delighted when I pass a quickly darting chipmunk, and fascinated when I see deer pause and come up closer to check out my horse, who is just as interested in them!   

There aren’t any saddles bags on this horse right now, but do you ride with saddle bags?  I use mine for snacks since I always get the munchies…but I learned real quick not to pack my bag with a coke or other fuzzy drink…shake those up on the trails and you get sprayed all over when you open it!!  Maybe you want to draw your saddle bags on this horse, or maybe you ride with a protective boot or shoe.  We’ve left a lot for your imagination to share!

For more awesome designs, fee free to visit my page dedicated to the coloring book, where you can download your own copy of the whole book, 16 pages, for free!  The link is below:  https://southfortyrocks.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/final-check-coloring-book-combined.pdf

Welcome to Rockies

Since we’ve just released our association’s coloring book, and the fastest way to access it right now is through my blog:  https://southfortyrocks.wordpress.com/rmh-youth-committees-very-own-coloring-book/           I thought I would take some time to introduce the pages individually, to show you just how tempting it is to download the whole book and start coloring now!

Once past the cover, there’s a small introduction page, with the perfect picture of what all horse enthusiast’s spend time doing – turning out their horse.  Whether you enjoy time in the saddle or not, we all enjoy being on the ground with them!

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Pictured is a weanling Rocky Mountain horse.  This means the horse in the picture is less than a year old, but has already been weaned from it’s mom so it learns to eat “real horse food” like grain, as well as starts to graze and drink enough water to keep itself healthy (for those still learning – to wean is to separate the mom and baby long enough that the mommy horse stops producing milk, which is just a few weeks).  Weanlings love to learn and explore, and can be taught so much more than just how to walk around with a lead.  They can learn obstacles, they can learn to pony beside another horse and join you for rides, and can be shown “in hand”.  For me, to describe “in hand” classes to kids that I teach – I refer to it as the beauty pageants of horse competition – they learn to stand pretty, be beautiful, and show everyone their patience, intellect, and interest in learning more.  They walk calmly around the arena, showing not only a good body build, but show that they can handle calmly, learn to trust their person in charge, can handle excitement and noise and process all without fear, and sometimes are even asked to perform their natural four beat gait for a judge!

Now, we leave the rest to you!  What color is the horse?  Are the mane and tail different colors than the body?  How about markings?  Does it have any white on it’s legs below the knee, or any white feet?  What color would you make your very own barn?  Let your imagination run wild!

Blessings!