After last night's post, Carmen woke up. I rocked her as she rested her shoulder against my chest and watched the shadows from the television flicker against the wall, rocking until nearly one in the morning.
Then she woke up to start the day at six. So maybe I am tempting Fate with this post. I will be on the verge of finishing it, and she will wake up, and I will have to rock her half the night again.
I didn't want to go to the ranch. I wanted to stay at home and nap, and get Carmen's sleep schedule back on track.
But after a 45-minute nap from the Carmen and no nap at all from the David, I put on my jeans and loaded everything up. We would go to the ranch. Maybe they would sleep in the car.
Of course they didn't sleep in the car, but it turned out to be such a warm, sunny, magnificent day--and even better on the ranch--that I am happy Matt dragged all us sleepyheads out there. I have many other pictures to show you (including Carmen being very clever and using a stool to climb on the futon, so she can jump up and down on it), but here are a couple of ranch pictures:
The babies with their first horse. C&D liked him very much until his bristly chin tickled David's hands. David cried, and then Carmen cried, and I apologized to the horse and we moved on. I forget that David feels very vulnerable in the stroller; he really does feel more secure when he is worn. He can hold on tight to us when he feels scared, and look away when he feels overwhelmed. But today since the park is so open--and I was so tired--we brought it. In fact, later today at Babies R Us (buying another baby gate while Matt stayed at home and used the scary vaccuum . . . earlier in the week I decided to section off my house like cattle have different pastures) a woman stopped to admire C&D and when she bent over to touch David's face he screamed sad, scared tears until we rolled toward the next aisle. "He's hungry!" she said. "You're scary!" I wanted to say back, but I just smiled and nodded and slid away. I don't blame him, really; it must feel very strange to have tall strangers bend over, block the overhead light, and make him feel as if he is about to be smothered. (That's one of the reasons that, way back in the few days when I thought I would be having a singleton like everyone else, I wanted an Xplory . . . better view for the baby, isn't it?).
Anyway, I digress.
Playing with chickens. After we visited with the white horse, we made friends with a red horse named Rooster. David prefered that he keep his distance, but Carmen enjoyed touching Rooster's nose. We talked to Rooster's cowboy friend (eh! Babies' first cowboy!) for a little while about cattle and ranching and land, land, land. (Hey, John, he said AgriSeek had some great jobs on it!). He and Rooster rode off to check on their cattle, and we strolled on over to our favorite place, the Dogtrot House. There we chased the chickens, practiced walking, and then rested inside while we watched the crackling fire in the open oven.
Oh, here's another picture . . . do you have an idea of how big this horse was compared to little bitty David?
And hey, the George Ranch is hiring . . .
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