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Orla had a great time at the horse show this weekend. Jenn and herself spent the week organising her outfit; Orla insisted on trying out a multitude of combinations before she hit on the one that worked for her. She also had Jennifer do her hair up in a French braid; which wasn’t easy, because Orla’s hair is still fairly short.

In any event, we got the crew out the door in plenty of time for the show. After we signed her in, Orla took one look at the pony she was assigned (Martha, a brown one), and got very quiet as Jenn lifted her up. When we noticed how silent she was being, Jenn said to me that Orla must be miffed that she’s not on the white pony. Still, she cheered up and enjoyed the show. While she has started to trot and steer, in the last week, for the show all the youngsters were on lead line. Fortunately the judge was kid-savvy, and knew to award all entrants a ribbon. Otherwise Orla would have been mightily annoyed if she didn’t win. Afterwards, Orla and Martha posed for pictures.
That night, Orla confessed to Jennifer :

Mamma, I have a secret. I was very angry at the show when I was given the brown pony. But then I was glad that I got Martha, because the other ponies didn’t pose for pictures.

Orla, forever wanting to be star !

The rest of the long weekend was relatively uneventful. We picked out a hottub for our courtyard, and then because of the ugly, sticky weather (hitting 90F) Jenn and the kids spent Sunday and Monday afternoons at the local pool club. I even put in an appearance, realizing with some relief that beside the pool it felt a good ten degrees cooler than in our garden.

Incidentally, we discovered that Eoghan is not very politically correct. He made a friend at the pool, an African-American youngster called Henry. Later, Eoghan was telling Jenn about him.

Who’s Henry, asked Jenn.

That little brown guy over there, replied Eoghan…


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