Stitches

All is well, but Grant got whacked with a baseball bat last Sunday. He was crying--a little. I was screaming--a lot. All I saw was Jeff bringing Grant in the door with blood on his face and heard Marjie telling me, "Grant got hit with the baseball bat."

After a few deep breaths, we saw that it was a gash in his eyebrow and took him to the emergency room. He was a CHAMP there. It probably didn't hurt that everyone who passed by our room felt the need to come in and tell Grant how adorable he was though. The dr. gave him a shot and two stitches. That tough kid didn't flinch. He was begging to play baseball again from the moment we left the house to go to the hospital...and had a short game of catch upon his return. We're so glad he's all right and that he's learned the valuable lesson of not walking into another kid's batting swing!

Baseball

Baseball season has come and gone, but I thought I'd upload some pictures of Connor and his team. It was another great year. We just love his coach and the parents and kids on his team--2 more years we'll all be together, so we're looking forward to that. Jeff was able to help coach this year and both he and Connor had a great time together.

Connor really improved a lot from last year. He hit the ball really well, even getting doubles and triples! He also worked on his fielding skills quite a bit and made some nice plays. In fact, during the last game of the year he made a great double play to end an inning. Enjoy the pictures!

Pics of Reese, June 2009

Well, she's growing fast! Reese is just over 3 months old now and is really a joy! She is a master sleeper--roughly 11 or 12 hours at night--and is super-cheerful during the day. She loves to talk--lots of cooing, giggling, and noises.



Big brothers are loving her, especially Connor. He tries to have a "conversation" with Reese at least once (usually more) per day.

Dad is even great with her, as is evidenced by the name I've given him..."Baby Whisperer." He always seems to know if she's fussing because she's tired or hungry. He is also much better than me about letting her fuss for a couple of minutes in her crib--and she inevitably sleeps for 3 and 4 hour stretches when he's home.

Check back in again, I'll keep taking pictures!

Swimming lessons

Both boys had swimming lessons for the past two weeks, and I am so proud of my boys!
Connor has become quite the fish and is using his arms so much more this year. He did very well and had a blast jumping off the diving board and swimming the length of the pool.






He was in a class of younger boys, though, and I was a bit disappointed that his teacher didn't work on diving with him at all. By the end of last summer he could do it! Oh well, I guess that will be a job for mom.


It's a blessing and a curse that I taught swim lessons all of those years. You'd think it would come in handy and I could teach my own kids how to swim, but not so much.

They don't think that mom knows what she's talking about.
Go figure. I have no idea where they get that.

Hush Mom.


And we're on to Grant's swimming lessons. He was something else this year, and he really didn't want to do lessons very much. The first couple of days he cried at the beginning of the lesson, and when he thought I might be looking his way, he was sure to frown really big so I'd see it.



His teacher was a cute 17-ish girl--Ashley. Miss Ashley did a great job with Grant, pushing him to keep doing more, but also making him comfortable.
On day 3, Grant was crying again, so the 40-ish pool manager (a very nice woman, but she's no 17 year old girl in a swimsuit) took Grant for that session. He SCREAMED! For much of the lesson. Finally, I walked over to the pool's edge and asked Grant, "what is wrong?"


"I don't like HER!"
"Do you want to go back to Miss Ashley?"
"Yes."
He was all smiles after that. He had gotten the cute girl back. As one of the dads from another class said after watching all of this..."that boy's no dummy! He wants the cute girl!"

So, Grant did not learn how to swim this year, but he did successfully manipulate his way into the arms of a cute older woman.

We're still here!

We're hanging in here at the Hardin house with three kids, it's just taking me a while to do anything that doesn't involve feeding or its byproducts--thus the month-long hiatus from blogging. Seriously though, we are doing great. Reese is six weeks old today and has grown and changed so much! She is smiling more now and has gotten really long. The boys have adjusted beautifully to having a baby in the house. They are expert "shush"ers because I told them that babies like that sound when they're upset.
Connor has lost even more teeth. He's missing 4 on the top row and just lost another one on the bottom row today. The tooth fairy is having a wee bit of trouble remembering what with her midnight feedings and all. Fortunately, if it seems the tooth fairy has forgotten, Mom gets right up and helps Connor look for where the tooth fairy might have put the money. By the time Connor has gotten up and gone to the bathroom, Mom has found the money and pointed out where it is. Crises averted.
We're in trouble if he ever really thinks about how that goes down.

Grant is just...Grant. He is hilarious and headstrong. Talkative and tons of fun. These are a couple of his latest funnies:

"Mom, come quickly! (said "quickwee") There's a river otter (said so garbled only Jeff and I can understand those two words when they're together!) in the backyard!"
I run in and see that it's a squirrel.
"No Grant, that isn't a river otter, it's a squirrel."
He has an overdeveloped sense of the absurd at this age and says, "Silly squirrel! What's a squirrel doing in our backyard??"

I guess he thought it was perfectly rational for a river otter to be back there.


And, on the same morning we had the following conversation.

"Grant, you need to get ready for school because Mommy has to get to the eye doctor."
He is concerned, "Why you have to go to the eye doctor?"
"Because the doctor needs to check out my eyes."
"Your eyes are above your nose and under your eyebrows. They're (Dey're)fine."

I love how his little mind works!

Arrival of Reese Mackenzie

This one is my favorite...I told the boys that "shushing" babies made them feel better, so big brother Grant got right to it.








Well, she's been here for over a month and I am just now writing about it. Better late than never...
I know these are out of order too, but at least they're on here! I've got some more updated pics, but thought I would start here and get to the rest another day.
Overall, we're doing pretty well--though we couldn't have made it without the constant help of our friends and family!
Reese is sleeping pretty well, but of course still up once or twice per night to eat. I am hanging in there, just hoping that she'll sleep through the night like the boys did--around 10 or 11 weeks. She is already almost 5 weeks old and it's hard to believe. She is growing and changing every day!

The boys are fantastic big brothers and super-helpful. I promise to write more later and of course upload more pictures!

Catching Up

I don't anticipate being able to write again for a little while, so I am going to do a little bloggy catch-up here. First up, Grant's 3rd birthday... We had a party at our house with the aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents.


Big brother happily volunteered to assemble goodie bags...what a helper!


We served Grant's choice for dinner-hot dogs and chips! Grant was having so much fun he didn't realize that he sat in someone's plate--in the ketchup of course:)

We had a variety of theme options, but he ended up choosing SPORTS. If you've spent any time with him in the last three months, you'll realize that this is not a surprise. The good news about a sports theme vs. the Mickey Mouse theme we were going to attempt...easier-to-make-at-home cupcakes! These really turned out pretty cute except for the soccer balls. Those kind of looked like they had black webs on them.

It's really a shame that Grant is so shy and withdrawn. Just kidding, he was loving being the center of attention as we all prepared to sing to him!

Yeah! The first year he could blow out his own candle...he's getting so big!

Of course Grant chose a basketball cupcake. He LOVES basketball just like dad. If you can't tell, his shirt even says "basketball" on it!

Present time was fun too. It is a little overwhelming to open so many gifts, he just wanted to stop and play with everything as he unwrapped it!

And the party's...over...Truman was WORN OUT! You'd have thought SHE was the one who entertained the troops. Oh wait. She was.

Well, we did have a little bit of post-party entertainment. Jameson and Connor got out the boxing gloves and did their best toothless smiles (and growls) before they put on a lively match.

Connor gets one in!

Ohhhh! Jameson comes in with his left hook. Notice the proud papas in these pictures.

I think everybody had a good time celebrating our 3 year old boy!