"I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well."
-Henry David Thoreau

Friday, October 23, 2015


Braeden's fall baseball season is over and that means we won't have any more evenings at the ballpark this year.  I'm so glad that Eleanor started her life with a healthy dose of the sport.  My fingers are crossed that I might have a daughter interested in playing sports.  Those of you who knew Alex & Emma may remember that they had absolutely zero interest in playing sports.  Even when the Miracle League opened in NWA and I was so excited.  I talked it up big time, explaining that Daddy could help them play baseball and push their wheel chairs around the bases and how wonderful it would all be.  Their responses?  "Um... no."  Zero interest.  They weren't even on the fence about it; they just wanted to accessorize and watch football with Daddy.  We once took them to a KC Royals game and they were way more interested in the cheerleaders than the baseball players.  In fact, the most involved they got in the actual game was when Emma called the Hogs! They were 100% awesome, even if they didn't care about baseball.  If Eleanor decides that she doesn't like baseball either then that will be just fine by me, but it won't be because she didn't have the exposure & opportunity.  
We've been rooting for the Royals in the ALCS series and Eleanor & I are cheering them on from the recliner this evening.  
Okay, fine.  She's chewing on her minky while I watch the game.  She's happy about it, though.  

Drew left early this morning for Knoxvill and E & I have had quite the lovely, relaxing day at home today.  The lovely lady that cleans for me came this morning (yes, I have a great gal that scrubs my bathrooms & floors and it's a fabulous luxury), Misty stopped for a quick afternoon visit and the rest of the day has been spent doing this...
I really needed this alone time and I'm grateful to have had a day to recharge.  Also, my baby is awesome.  
Remember how she was delivered 10 days early because she wasn't growting fast enough and was born a scrawny 5lb & 13oz?  Yeah, I'd say we've overcome that.  There's nothing scrawny about this chunky chick.  
She puts everything in her mouth.  Everything.  She getting pretty good at sitting up in the Bumbo, too. 
Post bath and wearing her new pajamas.  She's completely outgrown anything 0-3 months and fills out the 3-6 month size pretty well.  
Want to know something?  I'm loving watching her grow & change, but I'm aboslutely struggling with the fact that she's already outgrowing things.  What do I do with these things?  The things that were loaned to us are being passed on to the next friend who is having a girl, but the things that I bought for Eleanor are in a seperate box because I can't bear to part with them.  We don't intend to have more children, but we didn't intend to have this one either.  I can't let go of this newborn stuff just yet.  I would imagine that I won't want to get rid of other baby stuff either.  

My God, 
Not so long ago I said that only you could convince me that we should have another child after Alex & Emma.  I said it with 90% conviction, 10% sass, and 100% confidence that there would be no more children.  Well here I sit, holding my third daughter.  There's no doubt in my mind that this little girl was meant to be a Harris from the beginning.  I can't fathom our life without her or hers without us.  I don't want to.  I praise you for this gift.  
Some people claim to just "know" that something is in their future.  I will claim no such thing.  I don't know what you have in store for us, but I trust that you've got it under control.  Thanks for that, by the way, because I'm just winging it here.  If it's okay with you, I'll just continue to stowe those baby things in a tub until the day that my heart knows what to do with them.  Right now my heart says Eleanor is our last baby, but I've been wrong before.  
Much love, 

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