Wrote a Memorial Weekend BLog, but it erased when I tried to put in these Photos...so now you just get the Photos

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Make a Smilebox scrapbook

A photo catch-up....

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Rolling Over

So about a month ago, porter really started getting long. we jokingly put him in the big stroller without the infant seat, and although i was happy to see he didn't fit, I was sad to see he could hold himself up. Now he does fit. Since then, we've been watching him outgrow all his old clothes, and move up all the notches on his infant car seat and actually touch the ground when in the bouncer,

...and, now, the true sign that my baby really is growing too big? his new trick is rolling over in both directions. though that means Porter can't be left alone on the bed or changing table anymore, I'm a pretty proud mama when seeing how he's struggled to accomplish getting from his back to his tummy. He starts by turning his head towards the toy that he wants, then (because my little man doesn't believe in any unncessary work) he reaches his arm as far as it goes to see if perhaps he can stay comfortably where he lies. The toy is just beyond his grasp,so now he's on a mission. He brings over his other hand, and simultaniously brings his knees to his chest, making it easier to catch the centrifical force to a side position. once again, my somewhat lazy child does a toy check, and tries to grab the rings. If he gets them, he releases his horizontal squat, and throws his unooccupied hand back to his side, rotating him again to his back, where he happily stays. If he still is unable to reach his toy, he makes the final push and rolls to his stomach.

The victory is short lived; seconds after getting to his tummy, the joy is soon
replaced with frustration as he realizes he's stuck on his stomach. Porter love/hates his tummy. He loves his new vantage point, loves getting there, getting his toy, and pushing up his head for the first five times or so, as he finds us and smiles. He hates the extra work it takes to lift his massive noggin, and once he has had enough of his belly, even though I am determined to not flip him back over for the umpteenth time, he wins once he puts his face straight down into the blanket and begins to muffle his own cries.
Porter rolls best while we're trying to change a poopy diaper, but who can blame him?? I mean, finding those crackly wipes bags is essential, and totally DELICIOUS.

I did say he knows how to roll both ways, but he has only rolled from his stomach to his back about three times, and I have missed all three of them.

Other milestones? Sure, in a blip that I now dub the milestone minute: evil tearing of tooth number four, yikes. screams like a girl. no really, he's started to experiment with how high he can possibly squeal...i love it. As for today's Delicious Dish? Soup...sorta. soupy sweet potato, soupy bananas, and soupy avacadoes. He wears nothing but big boy two piece outfits or pjs, he can sit up for 10 seconds before faceplanting, and does his jumping aerobics when being held if you're sitting. Instead of being permenently attatcheed to his toys, he can finally release them and is even somewhat decent at throwing them. he smiles, laughs and snorts constantly, loves being scared and loves crowds, has a death pinch when excited, and he's now around 18 pounds...what a big boy!