Spiritually Reprimanded by an 18 Month old.

Just a tiny short story for you:

I made dinner Friday night. Spaghetti, since we have nothing else and need to go shopping on Monday. I got Porter's Plate ready and set it in front of him, I got my plate ready and sat at the table with my back to porter,  I picked up my silverware and was met with an incessant "mom MOM MOM moom MOm ". I sigh turn around exasperatedly and say "WHAT!". He narrows his eyes and in one swift move, slaps each hand to the opposite elbow (essentially folding his arms) and bowing his head.
My sweet little heavenly angel boy was so upset with me because I had forgotten to bless the food!
I hurried and folded my arms and said a prayer to which he ended nan-nan

I love the blessing he is to me. seriously this kid is awesome. 

Chchchchchchanges!

Porter is changing every single day. He learns new words and does new things.

Just in the last week. Porter has MASTERED Mowe (more) and Chee (cheese) and Baw (Ball) He said Sains (Thanks) once last week after I gave him his milk. This kid is amazing! He does the funniest thing though, He takes my ipod, turns it around, holds it out from his face, scrunches his face up and says Chee!

aka. he takes a picture of himself. He's also wicked into basketball. If you're in the back of the house and he hears the word basketball he'll book it to the living room pick up a ball and dunk it in a little nerf basketball hoop we have. (We know what he's getting for easter can you guess?) He loves to go up to people and wrap his arms around them to give the best bear hugs and he'll just run up to me and kiss me all the time. He also will blow ANYONE  a kiss.

He has this boisterous almost forced laugh because he thinks something is funny and he wants YOU to think it's funny too. 

Seriously I wish each of you could come and spend a day with this kid because he's seriously the happiest cheesiest easygoing kid you will ever meet! 

here's a tidbit of awesome.

I'll be taking a lot more videos because pictures just don't do this personality justice.

Spit it out!

I just looked down at porter on the floor playing with.. well junk.
(Drew cleaned out the car but ended up making the house a MESS)
porter was holding a handful of things
bubbles pen pencil and 2 toys.
He was also chewing.
I yell "what are you eating!"
jump down there squish his cheeks together in an effort to open his mouth while avoiding the teeth
he keeps those lips clamped shut
"spit it out"
looks at me with the eyebrows up as if to say "what did I do? I don't have anything"
"spit it out port"
pop
he shoves the pencil's eraser out into my hand.
I LOVE that he's starting to obey/understand me :)
it makes me purely gleeful

oh also I'll be doing a big of blog puke over the next day or so  since I've not blogged about all the wonderful pictures I have in my newly found camera.

He's getting too big you guys...
and yes. he is wearing an adorable shirt and tevas and no pants. he's still cute :) and also do you like his hair? it was cut last night :)

Do I have good luck or what???

I follow 2 yes two blogs of people I don't know. 

one. two.

I've mentioned them both on here before. 

That's So Cuegly 

and
Nat The Fat Rat

Nat is an actual fun family blog and Cuegly is a artsy fashion creative blog.

as of today I have won a giveaway from BOTH!!!

I swear I've never won anything and now I'm getting giveaways!!

I'm so happy!

ok well now that's over.

Porter and I got to watch a parade that goes right by drewby's mama's house this morning. 

and he did my favorite thing he's ever done.

he waved and smiled at EVERYONE!! 

(except the noisy ambulance and fire engines/trucks)

He is walking like a mad man you guys. 

seriously

It's like he FORGOT how to crawl

because he will stand up and go

even if he falls on the first step, he will keep going till he gets it!

ahh!

10months old and he's already GOOD at walking! 

I'm so doomed. 

but it's horribly adorable.

also he's totally gotten a bit of parent magnetism starting up.

he wants to be held by mommy and daddy

just chill on our laps

and if we're lucky?

ohhhh we love to be lucky

we get a 2 second head lean.

ALSO

I must say if he's in the right mood 

(like all boys)

he will lean in and plant an open mouthed (sometimes with a lick involved) kiss on my lips!!!

if I ask oh so persistantly

come on, give me a kiss! (smacking sound) come on! kiss??? 

I love being a mommy!

oh here is a picture of him 

I put balls in his shirt and gave him boobs.

I know sick crazy mom. 

blah on you

we have fun!

see!?

my thoughts on nursing and choking...

I really miss nursing... 

I read a bunch of posts and stuff about it and I really miss it.

actually offered porter the breast the other day 

(the one that doesn't exist anymore yes and yes it's weird because he wouldn't get anything .. maybe a drop)

do you know what he did??

he bit me

no not like nibble.

HE BIT ME!

hard

and caused blood to come out..

and if you get hurt there... it hurts BAD.

what did he do after/while he was biting me?

giggle.

my son has lost his marbles.

wait.. no that's me.

oh and today.

he choked like full on gag because I can't take in any air choke.

why does my baby like to choke?

(yes yes it has been a whole 10 months since he's actually choked but still.. that's too often)

so I dropped what I was doing (dishes. be proud)

yanked him out of his high chair

flipped him almost upsidedown and proceeded to do the baby heimlich. 

(everything keeps telling me I'm spelling it wrong... I think it's right)

first he coughed, then he vomited,

then he inhaled. 

(then finally I did too) 

then he actually held still in my arms and I held him close appreciating the life he still has in him.

ugh. 

I hate thinking about losing him. 

I feel like I lose a bit of myself whenever the though crosses my mind.

and is it creepy/ premonitiony that I think about it super often?

I once had a primary teacher who said she used to think all the time about "what if (daughter) suffocates in a plastic bag"?

then.

the horrible thing actually happened.

I would cease to exist. 

and yet I think all the time that I might lose him early.

blah I"m all morbid now.

cheer me up?

Ps. my boob is now fine thank you

flat. but fine.

(I totally should have just pumped even after he stopped taking breast milk just so I could keep the boobs...)

Oh Poop...

Today I was at the Inlaw's just relaxing watching porter crawl all over. 

I like to think I keep a pretty good watch on him 

(here comes a cliche sentence)

I took my eyes off him for one minute today

because he was chewing on a remote

the next thing I know I see the remote on the floor beside him with only one battery in it and porter gagging while chewing on something

I basically transport over there

to find he was NOT chewing on a battery.

I felt like I was in one of those car accident moments

you know where everything in those fractions of a second seem like a minute each while you process what it happening?

well I saw something in his hand

then I looked to the floor and realized 

He had finished off half a dog turd.

one of the family dogs had pooped in this little corner where no one saw it

and porter being himself...

picked it up and ATE IT!

I ran him to the sink and started trying to wash out his mouth 

almost puking the whole time

I kept getting water in my hand 

sweeping it in his mouth and repeating

his first tooth broke about 2 days ago by the way

and it hurts like mad when he chomps down on my frantic finger....

he puked the rest of it up through the rest of the day

and when it came time to go home I descovered Drew had taken the car seat with him to work

So we used a spare one my MIL had

It was sized way to small so I spent 10 minutes fixing that

Then when I got home I was locked out, went to ask my landlord across the street if he had a spare and realized that my rent was due

Yesterday.

It's all taken care of now though.

and honestly all in all it was a pretty good day

but I will admit...

it was a little poopy.

(I know bad pun)

Dangers of being a boy

I at night change porter's diapers in my bed because that's where i nurse him for now ( until we move my recliner into his room from the other place) so I went to change him one morning and right when i lifted him bum up to wipe the back he started peeing. well I don't know if you know but boys get some distance sometimes and as soon as he started i put his butt down and covered him with the diaper. He had gotten the bed and then a few little droplets on his forehead. I waited and figured he's peed it all out so i wiped his head off, and soaked it out of the bed and went to do it again. sure enough he wasn't done and right when i lifted up his legs/bum he peed ALL over his face. again i hurried and put the diaper over him again wiped off his face and then this time just to be sure i pushed down on his bladder to encourage him to pee it all out. I was positive this time he was all done. NOPE. he peed all over his face a third time. little butt. well the third time was the charm and he was all done after that... but not after getting a face full of pee!