Where The Blog Name Comes From

I am a horse person. That comes with many oddities. I always have alfalfa in my pockets, I own "horse shirts" (permanently grass stained, oil stained, or medication stained), I tell the dog to "HO", I know more about my horses' heritage than my own, etc. Another quirk is how horse people often have horses and other animals long before kids and it's a whole culture. So we're already used to everything in horse-terms. It's a little foreign to switch to people-terms at first. So when I discussed having a baby with my husband I said things like, "It just depends on how easy I take." "We'll see how big he is when he hits the ground." "I wonder if you throw your brown eyes." "I wonder what it will be like to be in-foal." "Hurry, we'll be late for the vet's....I mean doctor." And so on. My best friend and riding coach teased me a lot. Someone asked how my baby was and I said, "Oh he's at the trainer." And they looked at me funny. "Oh, you mean my PEOPLE baby. He's good." I have spent three years with my horse Spotless being my baby. He's now 3 and started under-saddle and will hopefully be sold by the end of the summer. Now I have to get used to the people-terms for my people-baby.