Trauma

So Friday Porter did something he's never done before, he just nodded off while we were playing in the living room.  After about 15 minutes of sleeping he woke up and spent another 45 minutes just lounging with me on the couch.  I though it was all pretty cute, until I took his temp and it was 102.2.  I kinda freaked out a little and felt bad about being so amused by his falling asleep earlier.  Michele was a bit stressed by the whole thing since he's never been sick before.  Anyway, the fever dropped quite a bit overnight and while he's still running mildly high temps he's mostly back to his normal self.

So after the Saturday visit to the doctor's office I decided it was high time for Porter to get his hair cut.  I've been pushing the haircut for months and Michele has resisted all along, she relented ever so slightly and I took the opportunity to strike.  I'm not sure who was more traumatized by the haircut, Michele or Porter, but I suspect it was the former.  It's by far the worst haircut I've ever given but the boy still looks better than he did (just don't look at the back of his head)

See, no more hair in his eyes!

Great Gandma

Got the chance to swing by and visit Great Grandma on our whirlwind trip down to Portland.  This is the best photo I have unfortunately (blame Michele, I sure do)

Soggy Booty

So not only is Porter refusing to be spoon fed because he now wants to feed himself, he also insists on feeding me.  It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that he also seems to think I can't handle the Veggie Booty unless it has been pre-moistened with his own saliva before he shoves it in my mouth.  Yum.

The Tooth, The Tooth!

Can you see it?  It doesn't look like much but the damn thing is sharp, for real.

Cutting Teeth

Porter's first tooth has started coming through which might help to explain his increased level of crankiness over the last few days.  Hurray! 

This Can't Be Good...

Porter's been standing up like this for about a week now.  There's the occasional crash to the floor, thankfully he usually hits the rug or is caught instead of finding the hardwood, but he's getting better all the time.  I fear that unassisted walking is right around the corner, and then there's going to be a whole host of new things to get into trouble with.

Hi Ya!

This face just makes me laugh every single time I see it, and I'm seeing it a lot these days.  Looks even funnier from this angle.  He's sucking in his bottom lip, exposing his upper gums, and snorting his nose all at once.