Mom, there's a pony in the living room!

This year for Christmas, Santa brought Little Bit a rocking horse. He first saw it at the Cracker Barrel store about a month ago. At the store, he patted its head and even rocked on it gleefully with my hand steadying him. However, come Christmas morning, he held onto my leg and pointed, saying, "Shuu-shuu!" (Shuu-Shuu is his favorite phrase. It can mean many things. "What's that?" "Go that way." "Look over there.")

He seemed to be saying, "What's that?! There's a pony in the living room!!" He clung to my leg, not wanting to go into the living room. With encouragement, he ventured in. He still held onto me, as we approached the pony. Dear Husband (DH) and I tried to get him to ride it. Nope. He'd rather play with the cars and car garage that came from my parents, thank you very much!

DH realized this morning why Little Bit was suddenly shy/scared of the rocky horse. Last Friday night, we went to some friends' for dinner. They have two very big dogs. Very excitable dogs. Who proceeded to try to play with the new creature who was just their size. DH and I tried to keep the dogs away from him, but they scared him a few times into crying.

Little Bit probably associates the pony with the dogs since it's also about his size and has four legs. He's a pretty fearless little boy, but I think it will take awhile for him to warm up to the rocking horse. Yesterday morning, holding onto my finger, he did pet the pony. That's a start.