Back in May, I announced my intention to renovate a shabby, wobbly old nag of a rocking horse as a present for Number Three’s first birthday. I was full of inspiration and enthusiasm and had a baby who slept for about 90 minutes mid-morning, so I got off to a good start.
But in mid-July, almost overnight, my baby became a toddler, sleeping less, starting to walk and generally scuppering his mammy’s grand plans. So poor horsey lay in pieces in the shed, stripped of his old red plastic, sanded down and wood-glued in places, waiting for the day when he would get his long-promised make-over.
As Number Three’s birthday loomed, I struggled to recapture my enthusiasm and get back to work. Just as I had begun again, Number One got sick and my time was limited again.
So his birthday came and went. He got a book instead of a rocking horse. He felt rotten because of his fever and I felt terrible that my good intentions had come to nothing.
Eventually, after a couple of days I got a burst of creative energy. I pulled a few night shifts and enlisted the help of The Bavarian, Number One and Number Two in design matters. Between us we agreed on a colour scheme. I gave the whole horse a second coat, painted the face details, covered the seat and plaited the reins.
Just under a week after Number Three turned one, his present is finally ready and I cannot wait to see his reaction.
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