This is one of those situations where a picture is worth a thousand words.
I laughed my head off when I spotted this army guy on guard atop the Christmas ornament. It seems the boys were playing with them, and putting this guy here was Quinn’s idea. It was such a “boy” moment, I couldn’t stop myself from snapping a picture.
And let’s not forget why I love girls!
This is not an uncommon sight around our house. Brooklyn has a large box for her ponies, and honestly, it is not quite large enough. As it is, only the ponies go in the box, and not the horses. The horses go in the horse stable! At church last week, there was a little girl sitting in front of us, who was playing with a small pony. My first thought was, “Oh, she has Rainbow Dash! I wonder where she got the small one?” That was quickly followed by my second thought, where I told myself how sad it is that I know that. At our house, ponies travel in herds. It’s quite rare for a pony to be seen by itself.
For all the legos I’ve stepped on, the dirty socks in the hallway, the dirty underwear on the bathroom floor, the school papers scattered across the kitchen, and the hundreds of other messes I try to avoid dealing with, I somehow feel it’s all worth it when I spot a herd of ponies on the counter or an army guy guarding our Christmas tree.