Lily rode a pony for the first time! We picked the smallest one they had, but she was still afraid o
f it. We went to the petting
zoo at Thanksgiving Point, and she loved all the animals--from a distance. She kept reaching to try to pet them, but when we got her closer, she would pull away and start whining. She couldn't quite decide what she wanted to do. I wanted her to ride the pony, so we waited in line. She was pretty excited to watch them, and kept barking at the ponies, because when you are 18 months, everything barks, right? Well, when it was finally our turn, we walked into the ring. She started crying immediately. I kept telling her that the ponies were very nice and I tried to get her to pet it, but she wouldn't calm down. Luckily, our pony was only half-conscious, and stood patiently. I finally got Lily on, and she kept crying. Mean mom that I am, though, I was determined she would stay on. Once the pony started moving, Lily stopped crying for a second, but quickly resumed the whining. She was quite the pitiful site. We did provide entertainment for everyone else waiting in line. I heard plenty of chuckles and "Oh, she is so cute!" Well, the torture only lasted for 2 and a half walks around the ring. As soon as Lily got off the pony, she was fine. We had to take a little stop in jail, though, to show her what could happen to girls that cry too much!
f it. We went to the petting
zoo at Thanksgiving Point, and she loved all the animals--from a distance. She kept reaching to try to pet them, but when we got her closer, she would pull away and start whining. She couldn't quite decide what she wanted to do. I wanted her to ride the pony, so we waited in line. She was pretty excited to watch them, and kept barking at the ponies, because when you are 18 months, everything barks, right? Well, when it was finally our turn, we walked into the ring. She started crying immediately. I kept telling her that the ponies were very nice and I tried to get her to pet it, but she wouldn't calm down. Luckily, our pony was only half-conscious, and stood patiently. I finally got Lily on, and she kept crying. Mean mom that I am, though, I was determined she would stay on. Once the pony started moving, Lily stopped crying for a second, but quickly resumed the whining. She was quite the pitiful site. We did provide entertainment for everyone else waiting in line. I heard plenty of chuckles and "Oh, she is so cute!" Well, the torture only lasted for 2 and a half walks around the ring. As soon as Lily got off the pony, she was fine. We had to take a little stop in jail, though, to show her what could happen to girls that cry too much!
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