Legacy On Hold

The effort to pass on my equestrian legacy to my granddaughter, Aubrey, has been put on hold by the subject herself. She’s just not interested right now.

Seeds of Revenge

This has been long-term project. Soon after we got the news that Aubrey was on the way, I geared up. I bought horse toys, stuffed horses, horse books and horse clothes. I got anything and everything I could get my hands on, except an actual horse. Aubrey was going to be introduced to the world of equines at the earliest possible moment. I would see to that.

So far, this has worked out backward for me. Instead of introducing the baby to the world of horses, I got introduced to the world of babies. Bottles and babysitting. Diapers and all that go with them. Strollers, swings, naptime, car seats. Teething, fussiness, irresistible cuteness and amazing endurance (not mine).

It’s not that I haven’t tried.  I’ve provided her with the finest baby equestrian educational materials available.



We’ve taken her to the fence line for meets & greets.



We’ve introduced her to the cutest of the cute in ponydom.

miniature horse

But she seems more interested in goats.

baby touching goat

baby looking at a goat

She’s been exposed to fun equestrian related events. But has yet to be impressed.

baby by riding ring

baby by horse

And it’s not that she not interested in things in general. She’s already a number one swimmer.

baby in pool

And she has hobbies at home.


And she’s generally an upbeat, positive person.

happy baby

smiling baby

But when it comes to horses… well, ho-hum.

baby by horse stall

She’s been on them several times.


But a camera is way more interesting.

baby playing with camera

And nothing can beat rocks

baby playing with rocks

I haven’t given up, I know it’s early. So I’ll keep trying. But I’m not worried, because what ever happens, it’s going to be big fun.

Baby in detroit lions outfit

An Equestrian Grandpa Prepares

Andy and Hiliary have provided photographic confirmation of our New Equestrian To-Be.  It’s a good picture, labeled for our convenience so that you don’t have to turn it sideways or upside down to see what’s going on.

Now it’s time for me to get to work.

First, I get to name the baby. Andy & H said I could. I think I’m going to pick “Ndamukong Suh”, after the Dear Old Packer Stomper himself.  That way, we’re covered whether Baby is a boy or a girl.

For that First Baby Equestrian Toy, I hopped over to Millbrook and as expected, I was greeted with a plethora of choices. I liked this one, but at this stage, I think it’s a little early to put that kind of pressure on the child:

I’m not sure what this thing is. I didn’t like it:

And their living conditions are horrific:

Wandering into the Children’s Section at Millbrook, I found this stuff:



I finally settled on this guy.  Or maybe it’s a girl, I don’t know. Like The Baby, there are simply no discernible gender features to go by.  Yet.

The tag says “Douglas” but all the tags on these animals say “Douglas” and that’s crap. All horses – even stuffed ones – should have their own names.

I will call him/her, Ndamukong Suh. Because, honestly, I don’t think Andy and H are really going to abide by my decision and I feel a need to name something after him. And Jenny is simply refusing to have any more babies.

I know, I know.  I see the poor conformation and questionable soundness too.  Not only that, but Douglas/Ndamukong Suh appears to have no mouth.  Despite these deficiencies, I am not returning him/her to Millbrook.

He/she can stand watch over the Unnamed Baby while the One-Armed Riders will serve as escorts when the time comes.

I can’t wait.