. . .that is, of course, unless the horse is the famous “Baby Butterscotch”

Okay friends- it’s time for me to come clean.  You may remember this post I wrote shortly before Christmas about Mira’s current passion for horses. . .  You know- the one where I firmly planted my feet and said we would not be purchasing her this overly-priced gimmicky toy horse she had been begging for–

Well (and please don’t don’t judge me too harshly) here’s a recent picture of Mira.

Santa’s gift to the girls

In my defense, Mira did not get Baby Butterscotch from us or Santa.  In fact, we held to our decision and instead purchased the girls this large Melissa and Doug Stable with horses from Breyer.  It was an instant hit.

Baby Butterscotch however, was a gift from a generous uncle.  He called me a few days after Christmas and asked if he could purchase it for her.  Howard and I talked about it; we weighed the pros and cons.  Mira took not getting the gift she had asked for very well.  There was one moment on Christmas morning after opening all the presents where she looked around and asked if there were any others.  Specifically, if she has somehow missed Baby Butterscotch’s package somewhere.  Howard and I reminded her that we don’t always get what we want but what Santa knows we will enjoy and appreciate.  She was quick to list all the cool new equine toys, books, stuffed animals, and figures that she had received and made the connection herself that maybe Santa didn’t get it because he knew she was getting so many other neat horse gifts.

And that was pretty much it.  She didn’t harp on it or act like she had been denied anything.  She didn’t whine or play the part of a neglected child.  She never looked her gift horses in the mouth (like how I threw that in?).  She happily enjoyed all her new presents and that was that.

Until her uncle called a week later.

I like to think my kids’ aren’t spoiled per se, but lovingly pampered.