I think I’m going to make this a regular Friday night type of post. I’ve mostly been taking that night off, but it seems like this will fill that spot quite nicely.
So, enjoy Claire being the maniac that she is.
The awesomeness of this is that this rocking horse was brought down by my grandparents for Claire to play on. It’s an old school rocking horse, circa 1960 or so. Meaning, mind your fingers around the metal springs.
But, look at her go! She’s a born daredevil.