As you may have read here, we recently spent the weekend with Dustin's folks (AKA Mimi and Papa Jerry) in Hot Springs, Arkansas. I had been to Hot Springs one other time, about five years ago. We went for a short weekend trip with some friends. We all enjoyed the spa (even the boys) and the horse races. I remember from that trip, seeing all the little kids at the horse races and thinking to myself (okay, I might have said it outloud to Brandi, but she understood), "Wow. Bringing your kid to the race track. That's a great family day. Can't put your gambling on hold for just one day, huh?" Well, this is one of many times in my two and a half years as a mother that I have eaten my words.
Kennedy spent part of both days we were in Hot Springs at the horse racing track. Not because I couldn't put my gambling on hold for a day, I didn't even place a bet, but because we thought she would like it. She loves seeing the horses on her Weezie and Papa Lynn's farm, so we thought she might enjoy a day watching the ponies run. She loved it! And I actually didn't feel guilty about it one bit. We took her down to see them up close, which she loved.