I’m the proud mother of a darling, copper-headed little toddler who spends her days watching a great deal of Show Jumping live streams in between episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Doc McStuffins. I’ve put my personal riding career on hold while I immerse myself in the journalistic side of the sport horse world and I’m beyond lucky that I get to take my family along for the adventure. It’s work from sun-up to sun-down wrangling people and a writing career, but today I was rewarded with the ultimate prize: a toddler neigh. When a horse appeared on the TV screen today, a tiny crooked baby finger appeared, babbling and squealing before turning to me and giving her best neigh and snort impression. In other words, Christmas came early in the Jackson house.