If it isn't broken, don't fix it.

I have been comparing Clark to photos of Anderson and Caleb as babies. They all look so much alike! I had better start labeling photos!

Here's a game for you: Name that Baby. Submit your answers as a comment. The winner gets to label baby photos for me. =) Good Luck!

Baby 1

Baby 2

Baby 3

Let's Bust Some Mutton!

Caleb and Anderson came home from the County Fair with "Mutton Busting" ribbons. What is mutton busting? It is similar to bull riding, but instead of a bull, you ride sheep. Check out this awesome video of fearless Caleb bustin' some mutton:

First Day of School: 2011

School has started, and the boys have both adapted really well.

My boys have such different personalities: Anderson focused all his energy on starting Second Grade; for weeks beforehand, he was thinking about it, talking about it, and full of "what if" scenarios. Caleb approached his first day of Kindergarten like he approaches most new things: no worrying, and an easy-going attitude. He just walked into his classroom without a look behind him.

I know in life that Anderson will always think things through and be prepared. I know that Caleb will never stress whether he is prepared or not. Both are great qualities.

Back By Popular Demand

The first child in any family has a life documented by hundreds of photos. A third child: not so much. Clark looks so much like his brothers did as babies; when he is older, we will lie and say those other baby photos are really his. Tee Hee... just kidding. Here are some more pictures of Clark. It really is Clark, I promise.

Big Yawn!

The Big Announcement

Announcing the arrival of Clark Harris: little boy #3 in the Harris family. I am awful about making announcements regarding myself, so I ask forgiveness of all those who haven't seen me lately and didn't know I was pregnant (I kept meaning to post it, I promise).

Clark was born August 3rd. He is a little guy: only 5 lbs and 5 oz, but very healthy. We are slowly adjusting to life with a baby again. His older brothers love him. They get angry when they don't get enough holding time!

Happy Helpers

Now that summer is here, it's important to me that the boys spend some time each day doing chores. They both have a great attitude about it.

One of the chores is unloading the dishwasher: Caleb puts the silverware away and Anderson does the plates and bowls. Mom gets anything left over.

This evening, as Caleb was putting the silverware away, I noticed him put a spoon in his mouth, take it out, and then put it in the silverware tray. "Uh Oh! Don't do that," I said. "Now it has germs all over it."

"But, Mom." said Caleb. "That's how I know where to put them: if the spoon fits it my mouth, it goes here. If it doesn't fit in my mouth, it goes over there."

Yuck! As the mother of boys, I am prepared for a lot of grossness, but that one caught me off guard! I apoplogize to anyone who has used our spoons lately.

Buried Treasure

Five years ago, Chad, a much younger Anderson, and I built the raised flower beds around the front of our house. During that process, Chad's wedding ring slipped off and was lost. We searched everywhere, and even borrowed a friend's metal detector, with no luck. Several years ago, we bought him a new ring (I finally got fed up with all the ladies hitting on Chad!). Yesterday, the boys and I were preparing the ground out in front to plant peas and carrots. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? Chad thinks we should sell it and put the money towards a new wedding ring for me. Mine is lost in the house somewhere. It's been missing a year, so I think we should just wait another four years and it will turn up.