Rocking

My parents have a rocking horse that my dad made for my oldest sister in the late 70s. They have a photo of her as an infant on the rocking horse, and various photos of my other sister and I on it. Beginning with my oldest sister’s children, my parents have made a point to get each grandchild photographed with the horse. They lug the horse to a local photography studio, pull out old copies of past photos to get the right accessories in the new shots, load up the baby, and wait for the results.

Today for the first time, my babies got a shot at the horse. I see a trip to the studio in their future.

Eleanor riding the horse
Henry on the horse

A couple of notes: first, Eleanor actually got the horse rocking all by herself. They both laughed a lot on the horse. Second, Eleanor also wanted to ride the horse standing up on its back, so we have a daredevil on our hands. Henry, on the other hand, wanted to ride with his legs alongside the horse’s neck, which was cute but probably a terrible idea. Finally, the first framed photo behind the babies is this awesome jobbie:

I’m the one is the best sweatshirt you have ever seen.

I’m pretty sure if I wore that today, I’d fit right in. The rocking horse was made for the sister on the far left. My dad liked to restore old cars, so that’s why there’s a model T in our backyard. We were just casually gathered around it with a demon dog named Jingle Bells when a photog showed up, so there we go.

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