These pictures are mostly for Luke's Grandparents and everyone who asks me, "when are you going to have another baby?" If you are dying to see us with an infant, just look at these pictures. Dan and I have promised each other that if we ever do think about reproducing again, we will watch Luke's birth video and after spending a few hours curled up in the corner in fetal position, change our minds. For now we just like borrowing our angel nephew. He's the sweetest baby in the world.
This is a picture of Luke on the wobbley bridge at the Wild. He finally gets the concept of jumping and we spend a good deal of time on this rickety thing while he practices his new found jumping skills. Okay, so if the title of this post doesn't make sense to you, scroll down a ways and read the post about anxiety. We totally thought that Luke was over the bottle. After the annoying-ness of trying to get enough calcium into a kid that isn't a big eater, I totally caved and gave it back to him. He still won't drink it, he just wants to "hold it" for security. It's kinda cute but mostly I get mad that I have to empty out his expensive formula ($30 a can) every few hours for fear that on the off chance he'll take a random sip of it when it's old. I've tried giving him an empty bottle, a bottle with water, and a bottle with juice. After the complete and total meltdowns, and him asking "mama...milk" seven thousand times I just fill her up with milk and hand it to him knowing perfectly well that I will be pouring that same milk, untouched, down the drain in an hour or so.
Seriously, it's totally embarassing when people ask you how old your kid is and you have to reply, "almost one and a half" when he's sporting his binky and holding his bottle in one hand and his blankie in the other. In public. On the playground. At the Wild Animal Park. Kill me now.
Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to hinder his playing capabilities. Seriously, what?
Since it was POURING rain, we loaded up the kiddos and headed to the science center to play at Kid City. Here are the boys playing together.
What the face?
Luke & Wes fighting over the shopping cart.
Playing House
Making a phone call. He looks so grown up in this picture!
GG & Wesley
More fun with the phone
GG helping Lukey boy
Wesley making some important phone calls
Peek-a-Boo!
Jeremy & Baby Dallon hanging out
These pictures are mostly for Luke's Grandparents and everyone who asks me, "when are you going to have another baby?" If you are dying to see us with an infant, just look at these pictures. Dan and I have promised each other that if we ever do think about reproducing again, we will watch Luke's birth video and after spending a few hours curled up in the corner in fetal position, change our minds. For now we just like borrowing our angel nephew. He's the sweetest baby in the world.
Lukey loves his Pop Pop
GG & Pop Pop got Luke this Jack-in-the-box. He thought it was hilarious!
GG holding Baby Dallon
Luke LOVES his Auntie. He kept asking for her days after they left and I had to show him pictures of her on the computer like five times a day.
GG reading a bedtime story to her great grandboys
This is the face he makes now.
We love it when the Hiers come to see us. We wish they lived here.
This is a picture of Luke on the wobbley bridge at the Wild. He finally gets the concept of jumping and we spend a good deal of time on this rickety thing while he practices his new found jumping skills. Okay, so if the title of this post doesn't make sense to you, scroll down a ways and read the post about anxiety. We totally thought that Luke was over the bottle. After the annoying-ness of trying to get enough calcium into a kid that isn't a big eater, I totally caved and gave it back to him. He still won't drink it, he just wants to "hold it" for security. It's kinda cute but mostly I get mad that I have to empty out his expensive formula ($30 a can) every few hours for fear that on the off chance he'll take a random sip of it when it's old. I've tried giving him an empty bottle, a bottle with water, and a bottle with juice. After the complete and total meltdowns, and him asking "mama...milk" seven thousand times I just fill her up with milk and hand it to him knowing perfectly well that I will be pouring that same milk, untouched, down the drain in an hour or so.
Seriously, it's totally embarassing when people ask you how old your kid is and you have to reply, "almost one and a half" when he's sporting his binky and holding his bottle in one hand and his blankie in the other. In public. On the playground. At the Wild Animal Park. Kill me now.
Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to hinder his playing capabilities. Seriously, what?
We took a Porter family trip to the zoo to celebrate my Dad's birthday. These trips generally consist of seeing a few animals, riding the escalators whenever possible, and eating large amounts of ice cream in addition to anything covered in nacho cheese and/or chili. Needless to say, the Porters know how to do the zoo.
This boy LOVES his pah-paw!
Luke helped Grandma put the MANY candles on pah-paw's cake.
He also helped blow the candles out. Several times. We had to keep re-lighting them because he liked to blow them out so much. Then he helped grandpa open his presents. And by help I mean, he opened all of them. Happy Birthday Pah-Paw!