Pony Tales

On mornings when I put Isabella in the jogger to go for a run we always make at least one stop to visit the pony in the pen just off of Coombsville Ave. A wee bit filthy and quite possibly depressed, that pony, on occasion, will acknowledge our friendly calls with a snort. We gladly appreciate his/her effort, knowing it must be hard living in a small, muddy pen which he/she must share with a couple of chickens and a rooster. But this is not the pony tale I wish to share today.



Today's pony tale is the one that marks an important day in my days of motherhood. For today is the day that I first combed my daughter's hair into two ponytails.

My theory has been that since Isabella was so bald for so long as a baby, she's simply not used to her hair being touched. So the combing, gathering, pulling, and bundling of her wisps into elastics was probably as awkward a feeling for her as it was for me to do.

The end result though, was worth it...at least for me. Viola! Behold the ponies!

Apparently the significance of this pony tale was lost on Isabella. Within 20 minutes, she'd pulled out her ponytails and thrown the elastics on the floor. Thank goodness for cameras.