Yesterday at school.

Me and one anxious 3 1/2 year old!

I have been neglectful of my blog.  So much vacation to cover!  Not to mention all the daily to-do's that keep piling up in my picture files.  So a moment of catch up- Porter started preschool a couple of weeks ago.  We considered and reconsidered spending the money, sending him somewhere without me, blah, blah, blah.  Our neighbor, friend and fellow ward member just happened to start up a preschool in her home.  Voila!  Decision made.  Yesterday was day #4 on his Tuesday/Thursday schedule.  He loves it!  I miss him!  But, then again, I don't.  It's been good for both of us.  And now we know that A is for Apple!  Progress!  



First day of preschool breakfast request:  eggs and toast.



Breakfast of champions.



On the road to school (one block, in fact)



Sayin' goodbyes.

Porter's class.

Waving to the parents.

Said parents:  happy.

After school day #1.

Success and the letter A.

But I must share another Mommy moment before it escapes me.  Here goes...

So I met Porter after preschool yesterday with his teacher. 

She told me how well behaved he is...

happy mama! 

Then she proceeded to tell me that he says the funniest things.  

Waiting..... (and I quote)....

 Today Porter told us,

"My dad spanks good. 

But my Mom doesn't. 

She doesn't do it hard enough." 

I haven't decided if mama is happy yet or not. 

Today in the car.

Me:  Look at those 2 big dogs, Porter.  They're called Weimaraners.

Porter:  That's funny (laughing).  Can I call Cooper that?

Me:  No.  Cooper is a lab.  A Labrador retriever.

Porter:  (laughing)  That's funny.  She bites me.

Me:  She doesn't bite.  She's a good dog.

Porter:  Yes she does.  She bite my arm.

Me:  She didn't bite.  She just tried to get your pickles.

Porter:  I'M NOT A PICKLE!

Me:  Nope, Porter, you're not a pickle. 

Silly Kids.

Porter thinks his big sisters are the bestest, coolest people around.  They only have to pay a little attention to him, and he's theirs.  But put on matching tshirts and shorts (and wig)??? 

Nothing could beat that!

Maisyn- you got the gold star on your forehead for the day!  Way to go, sister!

Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium, June 2010

Field trip time rolled around too fast this year.  I think this is visit #6 or 7 to the zoo with my one of my children for a field trip.  But it was wonderful all the same.  After waking up to clouds and chilly breezes, cranky kids and missing shoes, I didn't think I was ready for a day at the zoo.  But little did I know...

The best big sis to share her day with her little bro.

Celebrating a friends bday AT the ZOO, with CUPCAKES- how awesome is that!

Best buds are even patient with the little man.

Finally posing alone!

Best buds' big sister got Porter to ride on her shoulders.  (secret:  he likes pretty girls.)

Maisyn and Summer.

Watching the walrus.

The polar bears are always my favorite- especially at feeding time on a sunny day!

Penguins.  Porter loves the penguins.

Helping the little man see all the cool animals. 

He really liked the big fish tank.

I don't think his teeth match up quite yet.

We could have stayed at the sharks all day. 

And we ended the day like this.  What else could a Mom ask for? 

Can't wait to see where Maisyn goes in 4th grade!  Until next year....

Today in the car with a 3-year old.

Porter:  "blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. Kangaroo. blah. blah. blah. blah. Penguin.  blah. blah. blah. blah.  Mom.  Mom.  blah. blah. blah. blah....(So you get the picture, right?) blah.  blah. blah. blah. blah.(head turn) HEY!  COW!  HI COW!  HEY!  HI HORSE! Hmmm.  Hmmm.  Hmmmmm.  Hmmm. (sing songy now- translated into Mom language) Water Kangaroooooo. Water Kangaroooooo.  Water Kangarooooooooo.  Water Kangarooo.  Water Kang-cun.  Water Kang-cuuun.  Water Cancun.  Water Cancun.  Kangaaaaaroooooo. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah."

I wish I knew what went through the head of a 3-year old!  I might understand what he's saying more often.  Although, it may not be nearly as entertaining...

February 16, 2010

Maisyn's third grade music program.  Luckily Grandma and Grandpa came to watch, while Mom stayed home with a bad back.  But pictures were taken while songs were sung.  Mr. E. put on another successful show!  Hopefully you can pick her out- Maisyn is the cute one in the back row!

But before the program... there was one more exciting event being celebrated. 

Porter's 3rd birthday!

Yes.  My little man is 3 years old.  Time does fly when your baby is growing up!  So we had a yummy dinner, opened lots of presents and had delicious dessert.

There was a Mickey birthday card from Oma.

 New wooden blocks from Grandma and Grandpa.

 

A giant cookie from Syd.

 

A golf set, a bowling set and a ball and glove from big sisters.

The big Tonka truck from Dad.  (sidenote:  Dad has been waiting since Porter was 5 months in the womb to buy this truck.  Mom put it off for 3 years!)

An amazing rolling platform, built by Grandpa, for building train tracks, car races, bowling alleys and, on occasion, a birthday jig!

Grandma and Grandpa are the best!

So that's our birthday boy.  I know it's been over 2 months since the day - but now it's documented and official.  We waited a long time for this little man to come into our lives, and I know it will only get better each year! 

Happy Birthday, Porter!

Porter's new ride.

 

Merry Christmas from Grandma and Grandpa! 

A leak in the faucet.

So the leak in the faucet had been going on for some time.  Larry finally got tired of it (and tired of laying around on his pain meds doing nothing) and sent me out to purchase a new one.  My mom was in town and went to the Home Depot with me to pick it out.  It did take two trips, but we got one we liked and had in installed by the resident professional.  Real cheap, too.  -Note the tool set:  Daddy's little helper, indeed!

Porter, Riley, and the Popsicle

Riley is 13. This might explain why she finds melted red popsicle dripping down the chin and onto the shirt of my 2 year old so very funny. So funny, in fact, that she chose to photographically document it instead of cleaning IT up. I'm not that much of a stick in the mud to not see how cute Porter is....but red, Riley? Really?