Porter

Porter, Porter, Porter. How can I write about my only son? He's just so alien and foreign to me. He makes me laugh so hard, I'm crying. And he makes me so MAD, that I want to sit down and cry, too. He reminds me so much of how Regan was as a toddler only worse. If you read my blog on a regular basis, you see that trouble that he causes me. I guess, I need to include the funny, too.

Porter has the greatest face. He is so expressive. Half of what he says is funny because of the look on his face! He has a great imagination. Tonight, I was pretending to be Zurg and he was Buzz Lightyear. He shot and killed me with his ray gun and then had to pretend to push the buttons on his arm for the intercom (if you know anything about Buzz Lightyear, you know what I'm talking about), to tell the Galactic Alliance he had defeated Zurg. Zurg wasn't actually dead, because I was laughing so hard I couldn't stay still. Man, that kid kills me!

Porter may get into lots of scrapes, but he's really a sweet kid. He's usually competing with Hali over sitting in my lap to watch TV. He gives great hugs and kisses! He's the friendliest kid around. He talks to everyone. EVERYONE! He doesn't have a shy bone in his body. He has SOOOO much energy. More than Hali, which is saying something! He's my little man. And I'm already sad for the day, when he won't let mom give him hugs and kisses. We love you, little man.