I mentioned earlier this week that a pony ride at the pumpkin patch was a must this year. It was such a bittersweet moment last year when I wanted to walk alongside the pony next to Ez and they told me no. I still remember saying I didn't think he'd want to do it without me and then he just left me in the dust with the most content, proud little smile on his face, like, "I got this Mom." Just like that. Not even the slightest waver of fear. From him, anyway. My sweet little baby wasn't quite such a baby anymore.
This year we decided Declan needed in on the fun too. Turns out pony rides aren't everyone's cup of tea. We took exactly two pictures because he began crying immediately and didn't even make it half a lap before they handed him back to us. Better luck next year.
Ez did just as well as last year. He had that same content little smile as before but I couldn't help but notice that he didn't look quite so tiny on his horse. Sniff. Ez is my little horse whisperer and he seemed like he would've been perfectly happy to stay right there on his horse for the whole afternoon. He loved it so much I'm contemplating a horse back riding lesson or two, just so he can go for a longer stretch.
And just for fun you can check out the comparison photo of him last year, which we currently have framed on our gallery wall in the living room.
Last year's pony ride: