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In true living-in-an-RV-at-a-dude-ranch style, the girls' birthday party was hillbillied out.  (Yes, that's a legitimate descriptive word.)
We invited some folks out for a horse ride, hot dogs, bounce house, and mechanical bull rides.  The horse was supposed to take the kids around on a trail, but we had a freak cold front blow through that very morning.  It ended up freeeeeeeeezing.  No one had a jacket, so we pulled out whatever we had in the RV and passed them out according to whoever/whomever (whatever!) we loved most. 
(kidding, JUST kidding)
Tay talked FOREVER about riding the horse.  Like, it was seriously annoying.  And then, the day of, she woke up in a funk too early from the excitement and BAM!, zero interest in the horse. 
So, I did as any good mom would do - I forced her to ride it. 
Just ride the FLIPPIN' horse, and smile DAMMIT!
...You know how it goes.  The whole "be happy or I will make you run for your life" bit.
Then, the cheap and desperate resort to bribery - candy.
Neither tactic worked.  She whined and fought.
She barely even wanted to ride the bull.  At first.  Eventually, the bull was bombarded by flying tiny people  (mostly Tay, Maven included) like shrapnel from a bomb.  Poor ol' thang. 

The two green flower pots with the pink tulips are actually dirt cake - complete with oreos, pudding, cream cheese, and whipped cream.  I think its supposed to be diet friendly.

 
We served the dirt with shovels. And by "served", I mean the kids licked them like suckers.

Is there a plot behind those eyes to eat all of Tay's candy?

Tay apparently sensed Blue's corruption.

 

I know this is so blurry, but he wouldn't let me take a picture.  He looked like a little Dopey, to me!

 

As if there wasn't enough sugar in the dirt cakes I made, Bonnie made herself some sweet with a splash of tea.

 

After the temperature had dropped, the horse had left, and Tay was doped up on sugar, she begged to ride Blue. 
Of course.