Time sure does fly when things are crazy! The horse drama had a sad ending, I'm sorry to say. After going up every few hours for a few more days, the little foal was not doing well. We figured we would just keep on doing what we were doing, but she had developed big open wounds on her fetlocks (that she walk on). So we took her in to see the vet to clean the wounds and figure out what do with her feet, as well as get some general prognosis advice and information. We told the vet the whole story, and he said we really needed to do some blood tests. So we did, and the results showed that the foal didn't get enough colostrum within the early hours of life. He told us that she would need a plasma transfer (which costs $1000) and even that would only give her a 50/50 chance. Well...that was just too expensive for bad odds anyway, so we had him euthanize her. Boo hoo. Joey was with us and he was crying, it was so sad. But at least she died peacefully and didn't have to suffer. Rest in peace little pony!
Maggie has been getting in the cooking spirit herself as well--lately she's been bringing home library books from school that are cookbooks! These two cracked me up. We actually made a couple and they were good. A new family favorite is slow cooker pulled chicken tacos. Yum! Maybe I can get Maggie to cook dinners then I can have nights off...
Joey and I got stuck waiting at a train crossing while a really long train lined with coal cars passed in front of us. Joey asked where it was going and I told him I didn't know, to which he replied, "Oh, it's going to the North Pole to Santa! Wow, that's a LLOOOOOTTTT of naughty kids getting coal this year."
Joey asked Eric last night at dinner, "Dad, what's it like to be a cowboy?" Cute, and it made Eric feel manly and awesome.
Maggie likes to watch the America's Got Talent videos, especially the ones of kids. She told us all one evening she wanted to be on the show. Tyler asked her what her talent would be and she said "I will do pole dancing." Ummmmmm......what are they teaching her in her dance class???
Lastly, I just wanted to point out that I can really tell I'm getting older now. How? The difference between how I look BEFORE I get ready and AFTER I get ready is getting steadily wider and more dramatic. And I don't even wear that much makeup or anything, but I'm getting to the point where, boy, I really need it!