My First Pony Ride

Owen is obsessed with horses and we went to a local petting zoo that has pony rides.  Sounded perfect until we arrived and realized you had to be three.  Ever the resourceful mother, I managed to score a black market ticket off an unsuspecting dad and my son went on his first pony ride.  I have never seen him so happy so I was, in turn, never so happy.  I was praying the entire time that he wouldn't fall off.

Chicago

Owen had a great time in Chicago getting spoiled by Great Gram and Gramps.  He had a ball going to the park by their house and to the botanical gardens where he, Gramps and Dad all scaled some of the real tanks that are a part of their war museum.  He looks so sweet in the picture with his Great Grandma and Grandpa only minutes after trying to eat some discarded gum that someone had stuck to the side of the statue.  Disgust.

He also chowed down on some serious italian beef and hot dogs.  James R. junior.

Jamie and I enjoyed shopping in the city (the one place I can get my husband to shop with me) and dinner with friends while he was occupied with the family.

By the end of the trip, too much fun had caught up with him and he crashed in a booth at a restaurant on our way out of town.