I've been putting off blogging for a while, but if I don't get some of these cute things down, my non existent memory will not be able to hold on! it's like a very limited memory card. if they keep doing cute stuff, SOMEthing is getting deleted.
So a week ago or so we were driving home from Disneyland, and Porter was exhausted (it was around 9:30, so well past bed time for him) and in his sleepy voice he says: We all love you mama.
me:you all like me?
P: no, we all LOVE you.
me: oh thanks honey. you and Nomi love me?
p: and daddy. We ALL love you.
me:thanks Porter, that is So sweet! What a nice thing to say sweetheart.
p: THat make you happy mama? you is happy now?
(I'm thinking, geez, i must be a grouch these days if he's wondering if i'm happy now.)
me: yes Porter, that makes me very happy.
p: Jesus is help you? he helping you?
me: Yes honey, Jesus helps me be happy.

man- it was such a sweet conversation. he's really been talking about Jesus a lot lately. Sometimes I see where it's coming from. Like when driving through St. George on our way to see the folks, and we stop by the temple, and decide when we leave to say a little prayer, where we remind Porter to thank Heavenly Father for the temple. It was such a sweet little prayer:
P: Dear Hedenly Dahder
Dank you for temple
Dank you for Jesus giving us the temple
In the name of Jesus Christ
amen. (he's pretty good at getting right to the point, which is great for prayers on the food. A good 10 seconder.)

other times Porter's thinking and talking about Jesus comes from total left field. i totally get a kick when i feel like I get glimpses into his thought process. Like sometime last week, Porter was taking his time on the pot, and he says "Jesus helpin us pay for our house? He helping us mama?'
haha. Sure Porter. He helped daddy find a job, so yeah, he's helping us. (not a house quite yet...but maybe someday when we can hold a job for longer than one contract at a time...)
anyways, it's fun to see his mind wonder about spiritual things, and formulate ideas or questions. i feel like he's growing up so much and every day becoming more and more independent of me. i love that is so self sufficient (I sometimes forget to give him a break when he's overtired and having a hard time listening because he can do so much on his own), but it makes me sad how much he doesn't seem to even need me anymore. can i have a kiss get a 'no thank you' response, or most likely, an air smack sound, as he quickly runs outside to play with Berto or Brittanie. Holding hands is quickly retrieved as soon as we sufficiently crossed the street, and after nap hugs and our traditional 'what did you dream about' game been subsituted with Good Morning as he runs past me saying he dreamed about 'nudin' from over his shoulder as I'm left on my knees by his bedroom door hugless.
i'm loving his developing mind, but i'm a mama, and i can't help it. i miss my baby.

of course i have another one, but she's growing up too. i don't know where the time went, and now my smiley quiet girl is furniture surfing and jabbering to herself. (just started with the dadadadadas). she's not so consistent with her signs, but we're not so consistent with teaching it, so go figure. she does love to mimick though, and will shake her head and stop, waiting for you to copy her, and then do it again and again. she's also a big clapper. loves to clap and grab, which wouldn't be so bad if we were better at cutting her nails, or if she didn't love peoples eyes so much:) she's been a bit more clingy which could be the fact that she's moving so much more, or because she likes climbing up me for leverage. either way, it's killing me, because Porter decides he wants to me a baby too, and clings to the other leg, and with a body twice as big, tries climbing or jumping on me (whatever he sees Nomi doing at that instant) and at the end of the up close and person-ally ammoying day, i don't even want a hug from mark. Just let me go into my room, close my door, sprawl on my bed, and be by myself.
yeah. just thinking about it makes that bed call me right now.
Before I go, here's pictures of my growing all too fast babies, and their grandma's.