Rockin' Socks

We house a horse. He lives in our living room and his name is Socks. He's a hand-me-down family heirloom made by Grandpa Mike. Tavish is the third grandson to discover the joys of rocking with socks. Yeehaw-ha-ha!

MOMENT: Easing In - Slow and Steady

When Socks arrived, Tavish enjoyed slow rocks on Socks with assisted dismounts. The beginning marked a slow and simple time ...

 

MOMENT: Giddy Up - Giver!

It didn't take long before Tavish tested the rocking limits and was getting on and off of Socks unassisted. Here Tavish is rockin' on Socks with Grandpa Mel watching on skype.



MOMENT: Beheaded

Mommy and Daddy missed the great beheading of Socks. (Not-so-great if you're Socks or the repair Grandpa ... or Tavish, frankly) That's right, Tavish took a tumble off one of his early (but eager) rocks. He was cushioned by a nearby nanny though, so the only thing hurt was Sock's aesthetics (mildly) and Tavish's excitement - can't ride Socks without a head?!? Grandpa came to the repair rescue and kept us informed on Socks' road to recovery:

"I'm afraid the decapitation is more serious than it first appeared. He's going to be alright, but I'll have to keep him under observation for the next 24 hours. And there will be some scarring. The long hair will cover some of the scars, but I'm only a woodworker, not a magician."
- Grandpa Mike

Worry not, Socks is back and Tavish appears to have forgotten all about the once headless-horse in our home.