The girls' pony was finally ready to come home. We told both of them that they must ride their pony at least three days a week in order to keep her. They named her "Wildfire" after the pony in that Michael Martin Murphy song. Of course, they don't want a nickname for her so they have to yell out the four syllable, "Wildfire," anytime they go out to catch her. They are totally in love with her, which is exactly what Justin and I hoped for. Except for when I have worked all night and just as I lay down in bed they run in and want to ride the pony. So, what do we do? Go out and ride the pony. I must be insane.
Yes, the girls love their pony. Almost as much as they love buffalo wings.
And we can't forget about McKendrick. He had his first haircut (which was an extreme challenge, by the way). He kept turning to hear where the buzzing sound was coming from. At least we were successful, in the end, and I don't think anyone could see my mistakes, or at least no one said anything....
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