This little horse recently had her last battery transplant. How did it go? Not well. The mommy horse and her colt (not shown) were a gift for Hannah's 3rd birthday. John and I have decided to only replace her batteries, at most, once a year, because she seems to have some issues...some postpartum issues, to be specific. For the first little while, she energetically plays the tune to twinkle twinkle little star to her dear colt. After a few days of constantly playing the same tune over and over again she starts to loudly and tiredly sing off tune.
One day, after Maddie was born, Hannah pushed her button only to start another ear-grating song. I remember laughing until I felt like sobbing. Her ragged hair and barely recognizable song hit a little close to home. Me, with my own post-partum craziness, felt like hugging that mommy horse and telling her that we would survive. I did survive! She wasn't quite as lucky.
Last month she sang her very last tune, again it slowly morphed into something un-recognizable, and then to our surprise she started ticking...like a time-bomb...and we couldn't turn her off. Maddie took her down to the playroom and she continued to tick for another two days. Luckily she didn't explode, she just slowly phased out. I don't think that we will ever put her through another battery change, she needs her sleep.
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