Sophie has been walking for a month, she decided to get on with it a day before her first birthday. She has seen the goat and the ponies and sheep, but only from my arms and not terribly often, since chores are most often done around her nap times.
Tonight I did the evening feeds since Maeve was a bit naff and I took Sophie with me. I set her down so I could make sure the hose was thoroughly drained and she walked right up to the goat. I mean RIGHT UP TO THE GOAT. Here was all twenty pounds of my little wobble girl, facing off with an 100 lb attitude with hooves. The goat waited (cause she is queen, you know) and then condescended to sniff Sophie's face. Sophie had no idea where I was, I could easily still have been 15 feet behind her mucking about with the hose. She giggled when the goat snurffled her face. She stood there and giggled.
I can't get over this kid. She's so brave and absolutely fearless. Even when she gets hurt, she gets ticked, not wimpy, she just ups and keeps going.
Tonight I did the evening feeds since Maeve was a bit naff and I took Sophie with me. I set her down so I could make sure the hose was thoroughly drained and she walked right up to the goat. I mean RIGHT UP TO THE GOAT. Here was all twenty pounds of my little wobble girl, facing off with an 100 lb attitude with hooves. The goat waited (cause she is queen, you know) and then condescended to sniff Sophie's face. Sophie had no idea where I was, I could easily still have been 15 feet behind her mucking about with the hose. She giggled when the goat snurffled her face. She stood there and giggled.
I can't get over this kid. She's so brave and absolutely fearless. Even when she gets hurt, she gets ticked, not wimpy, she just ups and keeps going.
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