Knee-Knee.

I survived Spinathon, barely.  All I can say is that it is a really good thing they say a prayer before every class at the Y.  It reminds me not to say words I shouldn't.  And that I'm doing something to take better care of the body God gave me.  That said, the last 30 minutes were extremely difficult.  Turns out, I'm great at working out for 60 minutes.  Anything more than that and I go downhill fast.

I was going to reward myself with a mani/pedi after, but I called and H had just woken up from his nap.  It was substantially warmer out than it was earlier and I wanted to get home and go on a long walk with my little outdoors man.

We didn't even make it out of our driveway when I turned around and saw the horses.  AT THE FENCE.  That never, ever, ever happens.  Hardin and I spend so much time looking out the windows up stairs at them, but they keep their distance from our subdivision which backs up to their pasture.

I ran inside, grabbed some apples, carrots, daddy and the camera.  Hardin was very quiet at first, taking it all in.  I think he was in shock at the size of a horse in real life.  Once he warmed up, he LOVED feeding them.  There were four total that came up to us, but only this sweet white one was really into us.  He let us pet him, ate out of our hands, and did that breathing-out-floppy-lip thing horses do.  When you ask H what a horse says, he says Knee-Knee, and then smiles.  I think he knows he is saying the wrong thing little goof ball.

I had on the wrong lens and I couldn't zoom out to get Hardin and the horses faces together.  There is only about a 2 foot break in the kudzu where you can see them.  Trust me on this one, it was one very happy little 16 month old face.  Ahhh... he's 16 months today.  I just realized that!