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.

Lap of Luxury

Hopefully the five star accommodations don't go to the boy's head.  Anyway, we're back from Portland, safe and sound.  A return visit to PA is lined up for next weekend followed by Spokane the weekend after that.  Once all that's behind us it'll be decision time for Michele.