Hattie Mae, who's 22 months old, came to the hospital to visit her newborn cousin Anson. It took her a few minutes to wake up from her nap and perk up her usual charming smile, but she managed. 
Here she poses with one of her favorite people, her mom.
And here is little cousin Anson, one day old.
Anson was more interested in sleeping than meeting his relatives.
Anson may have been the center of attention, but with this great smile, Hattie Mae held her own very well, thank you.
Meet Anson Riley Petersen, born at 1:46 p.m. Mountain Time yesterday, 27 May 2008. He weighed in at 8 lbs. 9 oz.
Mother Jodi and baby (and daddy Brad) are all doing great.
So far he hasn't been very fussy at all. We were there for well over an hour and he hardly even whimpered. Quite content to just lie there and sleep. Brad laid him down and uncovered him to see if he'd object. Nope. ZZZZZZZ.
So he tickled his feet. He didn't like that very much, and objected. "Daddy, quit picking on me!"
Soon he was right back in Slumberville.
Two young pups
"Anything you guys can do, I can do, too!"
Brad took it upon himself to guard the snacks at his older brothers soccer games. Here he is keeping a close watch on a cookie.
Brad's first birthday present.
I came home from work and took my hat off, and Brad grabbed it and put it on and struck this pose. I grabbed my camera and snapped this shot, one of my favorite.
Brad the Crush guzzler
First birthday cake
Brad on the slide at the city park.
Bradley recharging at Lagoon Day.
Pinewood Space Derby winners!
Bulldog 64
Fall 2000
Petersen Family All Grown Up
Brad is married to Jodi and they have two boys of their own, with another baby on the way.
When Bradley was a youngster it was pretty hard to miss him because he was not quiet and shy. He had so much enthusiasm that it seemed like whenever he went somewhere, it was on the dead run, and every time he said anything, it was at the top of his lungs. If Brad was unhappy, he was usually pretty quiet, but if he was happy, you knew it because he was loud.
Since he's grown up, Brad's personality hasn't changed very much. He's enthusiastic, gregarious and loves life. He's a grill chef at Carabba's Restuarant in Orem, and the people there love him because he works hard and loves his job. If you want a good meal, go there some week night and sit at the pasta bar and watch him work. It's a double treat.
Happy Birthday, Brad, and many more.
Some time earlier this week, we hear, our new grandson arrived. 
His name is Dutch. Other than that we don't know much about him. We haven't heard anything of birth weight or length, or even the time and date of birth. We'll see if we can find out more.A couple of years ago their mother gave birth to twins, a boy and girl, who were premature. They didn't survive, and we were all heartbroken. Naturally we're thrilled that this little guy was born full term and appears healthy, even robust.
Welcome, little one.
Update: Incidentally, for more details about our other recent arrival, grandson Elmer Kai Barrientos, check out my daughter Noelle's blog.
All photos for this post were provided by Susan Petersen
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Susan Petersen
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The other night I spent some time with my son and his family. My granddaughter Hattie was just finishing up her dinner--
She was having the all time classic kid's favorite, mac and cheese.
As you can see, her smile is not the only thing that's "cheesey".
I thought at first she was just waving, but I see now that she was trying to make the sign for "Grandpa", which is the open hand with the thumb toward the forehead, then wave forward in two loops. What a clever little darling.
"Now I'm ready for my bath!"
"or not!"
It's jammie Hattie!(Note Mommy's expression is nearly as precious as the daughter's).
And Daddy's arms (and heart) are full.
Here she is on her first birthday defending her birthday cake from her brothers.
Here she is getting all pretty for Church.
Here she is playing in the dishwasher. No, she wasn't supposed to do that. She's also got a bottle of her mother's nail polish. No, she wasn't supposed to be playing with it. No matter what kind of mischief she got into, she always figured she could charm her way out of trouble. We hope she grows out of it.
Little charmer.
Tiny Dancer.
Pre-school picture.
Easter girls.
Here we are at birthday number four. Summer Schoenrock waits patiently for all the rigamarole to get over with so she can have a piece of cake.
Disneyland, summer '89
Mommy and Cindy at Disneyland.
Cindy and Daddy, 1990.
The Petersens, all grown up.
Cindy and some old guy.I have to tell this story. I think it’s funny. Others might not.
When we got the news that we were expecting our fifth child, we were thrilled. I was even more thrilled to learn that the due date was Nov 10th, the Marine Corps birthday.
This was back in the "olden days", (23 years ago) before ultrasounds were commonly available for the masses, so we had no way of knowing if our child would be a boy or a girl. I told Kathy that if we had a little girl, and she was born on Nov 10th, we would name her Marina Cora, in honor of the Marine Corps birthday. She didn’t like it at all, and told me so. (I didn’t like it either, but I had fun teasing my wife.) I convinced her that I was serious, but it would only happen if we had a little girl, and she was born on Nov 10th. Then, just to spite me, Kathy gave birth to Cindy Kaye Petersen on Nov. 8th 1984.
So, happy birthday, Marina...er, Cindy. And many more.
