Farmer Noah

Noah has developed this horse obsession since we have lived in Ivins. We share our neighborhood with some horses. It makes our walks a lot more exciting, not to mention our drives. It's a piece of cake to get Noah into the car--All we have to say is: "do you want to go see the horses?" and he answers with a firm "yeah" and a nod of the head, then drops anything that he was busy with and makes a beeline for the door, making the horse noise as he goes. However, his love for horses has gotten slightly offensive. When you ask him a question like: "Do you want to go pick up Dada from work?" or "Do you want to go see Grammy?" his answer is the horse noise, like he could care less about whoever else is involved, as long as the horses are part of the plan. We look at horse pictures on the computer, give Noah horsey rides, read farm books, sing horse songs, go on wagon rides to see the horses, sculpt clay horses, and draw horse pictures. I think we're raising a farmer.




Pictures from one of our wagon rides:
(first picture included to humor those wondering about my size these days)