The third year...when you bask in the glow of having 'the easiest baby ever'

Ahh the third year. The lovely time between the mind numbing boringness of the baby years (yes the are cute, yes there is so much to do blah blah. Boring.) and the "what monster have I created?!??" years where they are very, VERY big and strong and they first learn to say no.

Sid was everything 3 year old WBs are supposed to be: adorable, dopey, easy, constantly growthy, and that combination of super athletic and unbelievably clumsy that makes for such an, um, unique ride.

Derrrrrppp. His first ride with someone who isn't me.

But the thing is, he actually was the easiest baby ever. The day I decided to get on, I was halfway over when a pack of Harley Davidson motorcycles decided to go by on the road, which was literally right next to the ring. Oops. It was a feat that would have made my more seasoned horses twitch, but not Sid! Within a few weeks I was even brave enough to take him trail riding:

Yes, even alone! What a good baby.

He was a sweet, easy, fancy baby and when the stable where I had been boarding decided to spontaneously close we decided to make a big, imposing move. From the cute low pressure stable to Arroyo Del Mar, home of SP and Ravel. Yikes!