Porter likes oven mitts. He gets them out of the pantry and he’ll wear them around the house saying "Hot! Hot!" He grabbed this one off the table during dinner and tried to eat with it. 
Porter’s new wagon, which he’s pretty thrilled with. It does have wooden sides, but seeing that we bought the jankety, cheap brand from the traveling tent sale in the mall parking lot (GAAHHH!), the screws stuck out an inch on the inside of the wagon and Ry has to rig it to be "child safe". Huh! Funny thought…a CHILD’s wagon… safe??? Anyhow, P doesn’t care either way, a wagon is a wagon, and he loves it.
The MSU balloon that landed in the Townsend Elementary baseball field (Yay, Spartans!!)
Margarita night with the girls… (I had to chop off part of my large man arm)
P counting up the library steps. Ok, HE wasn’t counting, but I was. He says "Two… Two…"
And, finally, proof that he IS his mother’s child.
Here’s the background… when Ry and I started dating, I ate dinner over at his house a lot. Ok, like every freaking night. Well, one night during dinner I brought my knee up (put my foot on my CHAIR) and sat like that (I was done w/dinner… just "getting comfortable"). No, NOOO, I did NOT put my FOOT on the table, it was just that my knee was sticking up above the side of the table… well, I guess a bit lacking in the table manners. Anyway, I still get teased about that. 
Porter was a pretty funny little dude today. My grandma came over to sit with him while he napped so I could run to the dentist. I got home and he was on the couch with her, being a total ham.
Grandma says to me… "You’re not going to be too happy with him."
Hmm… kind of not what I wanted to hear..
She explains…
"Well, he woke up from his nap around 2:30 and I went in to get him and all I saw was his naked butt sticking up from the crib. He had taken his diaper off and peed all over his crib, all over Rocky and his blankets."
HAHAha! I had put him to bed without shorts, thinking he’d be more comfortable, well… I won’t be doing that again!
Porter is also addicted to his "Goodnight Moon" book. Who would have thought… the "must have" baby book that I "didn’t have" until I found it at a garage sale for 10cents a few months ago…. Well, he follows me around all day with the book saying "Moon Moon! Moon Moon!" He’ll come sit in my lap, grab my hand and stick the book in my hand. What a goon. A moon moon goon, I guess.
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