Harry's First Poem

An Ode to a Windshield*

There's a tear on there
A drop of morning dew

* From a car seat

A Sweep is as Lucky as Lucky Can Be

Cute Harry Picture

I came across this one recently. Harry in the tiger lilies wearing a fake Tigers baseball cap.

Eleanor goes to France

Actually, she isn't ever going to France, and I'll tell you why. I saw the movie Taken recently. Liam Neeson has shown me the requisite skills I must have before sending my daughter to France and it looks like I have a long road ahead of me. Pistols, Krav Maga, counter intelligence training, offensive driving... all these skills are required before a loving father can even think about sending a loved one to that dank, fragrant, art-filled deathtrap.

Now some liberals in this country would have you believe that France, with Paris in particular, is a wonderful place full of culture and food and whatnot. We also know it's full of stereotypical Frenchmen. (Hence the stereotype.) You know the fellow, kind of dirty but endearing, with that cute little accent that makes your foolish daughter swoon. Well, just as every father suspected, he's pure evil and only fit to act as a speed bump for one of the fine examples of European public transportation.

Seriously, all fathers must see this movie. After all, if Liam Neeson can do it, so can you.

Eleanor

She's fearless.

The Hart's Hartman Ave. House in Hanover

So we are going to be homeowners.

Check it out.

house pics

We'll be closing in August, barring a basement full of radon.

UPDATE: No radon.

Longwood in Spring

So we need to do some catching up on the Hart Herald. In April we went up to Longwood Gardens, meeting up with Grandma and Pop-Pop. It was characteristically spectacular.







Harry and Eleanor both had a great time but for Eleanor it was her first opportunity to really enjoy the place fully. Of course it is still a little tough for her to keep up with Harry.



She did have a blast in the tree house. Eleanor must have spent a good half hour going up and down the steps, pausing only to ham it up for the camera.







Eventually Eleanor ran out of steam and it was just Harry ramming around. Fountains dominated the end of the trip.



He's like a young Korean Bernoulli.



"There's surely some way to relate the water's velocity at the base of the fountain to its eventual height achieved. Hmmm..."

But such intellectual pursuits where soon dispensed with, once we went inside and there were fountains you could play in.




That last one is clearly a child having wicked fun.

And here's a parting shot for Grandma. This trip introduced us to the Texas Weeping Redbud Tree.