A Little History
Our Story in a Few Posts: 06-07
A Selection of Posts from Parents.com 07-09
- In the Beginning
- A Long Walk with Wheels
- Fragments of Loss, Part One
- Fragments of Loss, Part two
- Held By The Gratitude and Loss of Elders
- You can't sleep Again So You Write
- If The Sea Birds Could Decide
- Wanna Play Too?
- A Little More About Me: Part One of Three
- A Little More About Me: Part Two of Three
- A Little More About Me: Part Three of Three
- Mullerian Anomolies and Me
- "Teach em how to fish and they'll eat forever"
- An Incomplete Definition
- The Ugly Honest Truth
- This is the Week
- Oh Focker
- Five!!!!!!!
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08/18/2010
Just A Boy and a Horse
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Look at that smile! I hope the rest of the ride was a good as the beginning!
Posted by: Bonnie | 08/18/2010 at 10:44 AM
I'm so happy that Elias rides horses! Miss you!! xo
Posted by: elizabeth | 08/18/2010 at 07:54 PM
awww ... how sweet- i love the pics! he looks so happy!
Posted by: Bethany | 08/19/2010 at 07:20 PM
very nice pics!!....I imagine Elias loves horses!...He seems always so happy with them!
An happy week-end to all of you!
Posted by: Sara | 08/20/2010 at 05:34 AM
He's grown! (Been a while since I visited your site.)
He looks very competent and happy on the horse!
(Good luck finding daycare for Olive. I know it is tough.)
Posted by: Barbara | 08/20/2010 at 10:23 AM
He LOVES riding horses and is more calm and a better listener at the arena than anywhere else these days!
Posted by: Christy | 08/23/2010 at 08:35 PM
Of course I found this blog by reading your article in Parenting, and boy am I happy that I did! You are an amazing writer and have a beautiful family.
My son was born at 26 weeks, weighing 2 pounds four ounces. I know amazingly enough that this may seem huge to you! I remember counting each half ounce at the daily weigh ins at the hospital. Those were the days, the scary days when they (medical professionals) sat us down and told us that they were not able to promise us anything and that if he did make it, it would be a long road. My son Noah is 9 now and since have had two more children. There are days when I get stressed out by their arguing but when I remember....I realize what a blessing their arguments actually are. Thanks for your blog! Nicole :)
Posted by: Nicole | 08/26/2010 at 09:48 PM