two years old!

Posted on July 30th, 2014 by mountain girl  |  3 Comments »

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Happy birthday to the sweetest two year old in the whole wide world.  We love our little Chub so very much!

Pinata lovingly stuffed by, and found presents courtesy of, Sissy.  Grain-free blueberry muffin recipe from Purely Primal.  Boy sent from heaven.

haircut for a boy

Posted on July 29th, 2014 by mountain girl  |  2 Comments »

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He had his first real “little boy” haircut yesterday.  I requested it, and was immediately sorry as soon as his red locks began floating to the porch floor.  He fought, kicked, and cried through it, hairy sucker clenched in his fist.  But he rocks his new cut, as well as his quickly approaching two-year-old-ness.  For his birthday (tomorrow) he asked for a blue cake.  Then a green one, then a red one.  I decided to at least sort of stick with blue, and made him a giant blueberry muffin with lemon cashew frosting.  He loves motorcycles, so I decorated it with a mo-hiha.  He’s every bit a boy–clown, show-off, sister-teaser.  Boy-oy-oy, he calls himself.  All day long I hear, “Look, Ma–” followed by some great show of strength or skill, such as a crazy twirly dance on the kitchen floor, or a jump off the bottom stair step.  Or holding a fork in his mouth by the handle (and then he twists his mouth into a little grin and lisps “smoke cigar.” )  Oh, the joys of having a boy.

trail ride

Posted on July 26th, 2014 by mountain girl  |  3 Comments »

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When I was a kid, I had a heather gray screen printed t-shirt that I wore every single day unless it was absolutely filthy.  On it was a photograph of running horses, and above it read, in that lovely ’80′s cursive: I’d rather be riding.  For me it was true.  I spent all my time thinking about horses, drawing them, and reading horse books (Misty of Chincoteague, anyone?)

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When I was six, my brother and I got Morning Star, a Shetland pony.  We kept her till we moved a couple of years later.  I took riding lessons from ages 10-12 (that’s my helmet Zia’s wearing below), and when I was 17 a neighbor gave me Honey, a Palomino mare as ancient as the hills.  My father is a farrier, and I would go shoeing with him every chance I got.  I knew I would be an utter and total horse person when I grew up and got my own place.  Heck, I’d sleep in a barn if I had to.  In fact, I’d rather.

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It’s funny how things change.  Although I often think with a smile of that funny little horse-crazy girl I used to be, it doesn’t bother me that I never became the horse-crazy grown-up I dreamed I would.  Actually, about twenty years have passed since the last time I was on a horse!

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For her birthday, Zia wanted to go for a trail ride.  It’s been a busy summer, but the day finally came–today.  We went to Pine Cliff Stables on White Ranch in Golden.  We were there three years ago for her 4th birthday, but she was too little for a trail ride, so she settled for a pony ride while David and Caleb hit the trail.

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This time Cash was the little one who stayed behind with David, while Zia and I saddled up.  He’s a pretty cute little guy, huh?

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It was a lot of fun.  My horse was named Sailor and Zia’s was Chief.  Zia did fine for her first time, although her bottom kept sliding slowly to the right so she’d end up a little curved shape sitting there.  Chief would shift to the side to try to stay under her, and the cowboy who led us kept telling her, “Sweetheart, slide your bottom back to the middle,” and she would promptly slide over–a bit more to the right.

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White Ranch is part of Jefferson County Open Space, and is a beautiful and mountainous 5,000 acres.  But very different from our mountains, it is crackly dry and home to abundant rattlers, cacti, and a troublesome mountain lion who steals calves, eats deer, and even mauled one of the ranch colts a couple of years ago.  There are several private residences–mansions, really–scattered throughout the field below the trail, valued between two and seven $million each.  I’m not sure I would know what to do with a 15,000 square foot house. Do you actually live in the whole thing?  Or just part of it, and visit the rest?

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When we rode back to the paddocks an hour later, David and Cash were waiting.  Cash called for uddey sidey as soon as he saw me, but refused a ride on Sailor with me.  (Offer him a motorcycle ride, and I’ll bet he’d accept.)  Zia and I dismounted and ouch! walked around bowlegged for a few minutes.  Once Zia was on her feet, though, her bottom finally got squared away. ;)  She was perfectly happy with her birthday ride, even if it was a little late.  Me too–in fact, I might have a trail ride for my next birthday.  Forget the party–I’d rather be riding!

{this moment}

Posted on July 25th, 2014 by mountain girl  |  4 Comments »

Linking up with SouleMama…a moment from our week.

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back home in ny: papa and mimi’s house

Posted on July 23rd, 2014 by mountain girl  |  No Comments »

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With my camera in the shop, I think I’ll wind up the last couple of posts on our June trip to NY.

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While we were at their house, Papa and Mimi were working on a new circle driveway. It’s finished now, but here it is in progress.  Papa did most of the work before we got there, then we all pitched in to help shovel and rake dirt and gravel.

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That’s Papa in the straw hat and Mimi in the white shirt. Seth, Jacques, and Kirke are helping rake.

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This is after the yard was smoothed out. They planted grass when we finished, so I’m sure it’s a lot greener now.

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Papa and Mimi and Kit have laid several brick paths and brick areas around the house. A couple of the paths are great for flying down the hill on little trucks and trikes.

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I lived all my teenage years and my 2oth year in this house (when I wasn’t out in the woods or fields). :)

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Here’s Seth giving Zia and Cash a wheelbarrow ride at the end of the day.

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Cash relaxing in a nice warm tub.

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And on our last visit, a year earlier, in the same tub. :)

Our summer here, by the way, is in full swing. The weather vacillates between 40-ish degree mornings, scorching sun at noon, and soaking afternoon thunderstorms–usually all in the course of a day.  The monsoons are so predictable this time of year that we can plan our day around them.  Even the snow on the higher mountains that surround us is nearly melted because of all the rain.

We’ve been at the rec center down the road almost every morning so Zia can learn to swim, and we take walks or go to the park in the evenings.  David and I shoot baskets down there, and once in a while the ball somehow makes it into the net (not very often).  Summer is going by way too fast, and I’m not looking forward to school starting–in just over 2 weeks!  Caleb is coming home soon–a happy event, but also a signal of the end of summer.

Then again, we’ve still got some time in the sun–so we’re trying to live it up before the snow flies.  Hehee…I never thought I’d live in a place where it seems like snow is just around the corner while it’s still July!