The Rocking Horse

The other day I was tiding up our bedroom while Anthony played in his own bedroom. I know! He has actually started to play by himself. Yeah! Anyhoo, all of a sudden I heard a loud crash which usually means a few tears and a good cry are coming, but I ended up hearing nothing. In the end I decided I should go investigate and found our son perched on top of his rocking horse rocking out. He looked pretty cute and gave off the persona of being a very experienced rider. He even had one hand resting gently on his left thigh while he rocked back and forth! It's that Montana blood that runs through those veins coming out.