Mom's Late-Nite Adventure

So, since Honey and I are both still holding out, I think a few folks are getting just a tad antsy waiting for the kids to arrive. Below is an email I received from Mom this morning about her adventures last night.

"I went out to check on Honey this morning about 2 a.m. I couldn’t sleep – so I thought maybe the Lord was prompting me to check on her. (I can just blame my loss of sleep on the Lord…:))

Just as I walked where I could see her – she plopped onto the ground. And it was an ungraceful plopping. Consider setting 1000 pregnant pounds on the ground from a 3 ft height.

Horses – like birth-giving people – do NOT like to be bothered. So knowing this and remembering my own experiences I snuck around…to quietly observe.

I swear I thought that horse was down for the count.

I got Squirt up…we pitched us a couple of towels on the ground and settled in for the arrival of “the foal.” No particular progress was being made on Honey’s part – but sometimes these things take time.

We decided to get Trump up. She brought a towel and joined us in the shadows. Trump sat there about 15 minutes. She said, “Nope – this is going nowhere. I’m going to bed.”

Squirt followed her in…toting their “towel seating.”

So, I was left in the shadows by myself – watching a pregnant horse SLEEP. She was just “dreaming” she was having a foal – because she never actually got around to it.

I did get up, take my own towel seat, and went back to my own bed. Where I dreamed about foals, too. Only, I dreamed the horses got out…Squirt was chasing them trying to get them hemmed up. Honey foaled in the process – right in the driveway.

The foal looked like a Chihuahua. I was NOT happy!"

Glad I was at home asleep during all of this last night. I just hope she doesn't have any dreams about my kid looking like a Chihuahua.