On the GO!

Mimi's about tired of logging on to the blog to see pictures of her boys crying, and frankly, I am too.  This blog is my safe place during work hours.  It cheers me up, makes me smile.  I tried to snap a few smiley new pics this afternoon, but the kid wouldn't stand still long enough!  He is go go go go GO!

So, here are a few of him on the move.  The only time he pauses is to pick up a golf club or baseball bat.  Non stop this one.  Non stop.

Did I mention how much I LOVE that he is non stop?  Because I do.  Just being around him gives me energy and makes me excited for silly little things I've never even noticed before.

I do miss the optional bed time baths though.  Sometimes when I let him play outside way too late I'd love to be able to slap some jammas on him and put him in bed.  That is just not happening anymore.  This guy gets so sweaty and stinky and dirty he earns his suds every day!

Hasdin's First Haircut

My perfectly planned weekend came to a screeching halt at 7:05am Saturday morning.  The text and follow up call from Cat that sweet Lillian had a fever and they wouldn't be coming up for the weekend.  I spent the next two hours morning the loss of my perfect family weekend and saying a little prayer of thanks that Hardin sleeps until 8:30 or later on the weekends. 

The boys still played golf but changed the time and course, so it was just me and the H for his first hair cut.  He was clearly not a fan.  Although salons have come a long way since Jason's first cut at the barber with his dad, all the DVDs and car shaped chairs in the world didn't help with the terror that comes with a stranger coming at my boy's sweet little head with those electric clippers.  Like father like son.

I honestly HATE pictures of my baby upset, so these are just breaking my heart.  I was looking forward to Cawley being there because I think that would have calmed H down, he always wants to do what C is doing.  Just so you know Hardin, it wasn't as bad as it looks.  It was over in less than 5 minutes, and you were not screaming or really upset, you just had this sad little look the entire time.  Next time, we are going to the adult salon and you are sitting on daddy's lap!   

The highlight of the fiasco was the certificate that I paid $3 extra for.  I didn't even look at it until I got home, and laughed out loud when I did.  Hasdin?!?!  Year 20122?!?!  A little extra flair for the baby book I guess.

 Today was nice and lazy, and Hardin dressed like an old man in honor of his new old man hairdo.

Bye Bye Mullet

I've been waiting (and waiting and waiting) for Hardin's hair to do something super cute in the back.  I kept thinking it would curl if I just waited long enough.  Or at least the top would catch up to the back.  Well, it's not curly unless it's really dirty or sweaty.  Most of the time it just looks like a messy little mullet.  The front is still short as can be. 

So, time to say sayonara sweet little mullet.  Cawley has his first soccer game at 9 in the morning then the entire McWhorter crew, less Mimi :(, will be meeting at Kids Klips for first hair cuts for the littles and a trim for C. 

The boys are heading straight to the golf course from there.  Cat and I are going to watch our sweet little cousins who haven't seen each other since Christmas.  When the boys get home we are heading up to Athens for a friend's birthday girls night.  The brothers and babies are ordering pizza and tackling bath and bed time.

This is sure to be an eventful weekend! 

One more thing.  I got home early from CLE today so we all headed to the park.  There was a 19 month old girl going down the big slide Hardin has never tried before.  He followed her up to the top and went down a few times on his belly then braved it on his bum.  He must have done it 15 times. 

He ran around like crazy there and at the Mexican place for dinner.  When I peeled his nasty clothes off tonight I just about cried.  My baby smelled like a stinky little outside kid.  Good for him.  Sad for mama.

First trip down!

Going back for more.

I love his little hands on daddy.

 

One track mind.

I'm great at multitasking generally, but once I have my head set on something, like really set on something, I am checked out to anything else productive.  Of course that excludes my family time.

Ever since I started really talking about moving it has consumed my down time.  My TiVo is full and my washer is empty.

We looked at my top two favorites today and learned that the listing agents are in the wrong profession.  They should have been professional photographers.  They can make anything look exquisite.  But at least we pretty much ruled out an entire neighborhood. 

Back to the drawing board.  You would think my conducting real estate transactions every day of my life would make me comfortable with this process, but you'd be wrong.  Closing attorneys should be forced to buy every few years to remind us of what it's like on the other end of the table.  Nerve-racking.  

And Jason's back ground in appraisal, valuation and even a brief stint in building supplies?  Dreadful.  I can look at his face when we turn on the street and tell you what he's going to think about the house.  And 99 times out of 100, he's right.

Basically we both feel pressured to make the perfect decision, but we are sure we're going to buy the wrong house at the wrong price in the wrong neighborhood.  We are trying to remind ourselves that we are not looking for the best deal, but the best house.  One that we will not want to leave in 5 years.

So here are a few pictures of my kid staring out the window longing to get out.  I can so relate.  Reason number four hundred and eleven we want a good back yard.  

Hardin with a beach ball.

Hardin with a bouncy ball.

MUST TAKE GOLF CLUB EVERYWHERE!

Hardin wtih golf ball.

This is Hardin "hiding."

This last picture is my favorite.  Hardin makes this face all the time now when he is concentrating.

Reptile Party!

Today we went to Gabe's 3rd birthday reptile party.  I'll go ahead and put it out there... I got the reptile guy's card and I am totally stealing the idea for Hardin's 3rd next year.  It was awesome.  Even Jason who made the face below during most of the performance thought it was really fun.  And he hates snakes!  

Hardin's outfit was given to him by Cathy's mom for Christmas.  Traditional kids clothes are not as widespread in south Florida as they are in Georgia, so it took a little while for the H man's style to catch on .  Terri was so sweet and found this online for Hardin and it was just perfect for the party!

It is so hard not to take pics of strangers kid's faces.

The birthday boy got to hold the big snake!

Please. Thank you.

My brother sent this for Hardin.  I absolutely love.  The print and the brother.  That B of mine sure knows his sister well.

It is a numbered print from The Old Try, and he got one of the very last ones.  They use old printing techniques with movable type and wood blocks.  I find that incredibly refreshing.

First golf clubs.

I paid 75% of $5 for this little golf set at the end of summer last year.  I think it may just be the best dollar-twenty-five I've ever spent.  Hardin walked around with one of his clubs the entire hour and a half we spent outside in the beautiful 70s weather.

I forgot to mention yesterday Jason needed new golf shoes so he took H to the PGA Tour Superstore.  They met one of J's buddies there and evidently all three had a good ole time.  Jason let him run all over the indoor putting green chasing balls.  I have a feeling there will be many more daddy/Hardo trips to follow. 

And H definitely refers to himself as Hardo now.  I have tried to enunciate the N at the end, but he's not having any part of that.  Can't blame him really.  We all call him Hardo unless we are trying to get him to say Hardin.  It sounds more like are-dough.

Finally, today for the first time ever, someone sat down at my closing table, looked at the zillion pictures of H and Jason and said...  Wow, that boy looks just like his daddy.  While I wouldn't go so far to say he looks just like Jason, I just about stood up and hugged her neck.  Finally!  Someone sees what I see.  She said it's all in the eyes.  I agree.  Those are not my eyes. 

Trying to find the moon.  Love this face!

So much energy in every little step!