i love to laugh. WHA HA HA HA

i love love love porter in the morning. he's all smiles, and he's got smirk that just makes me foresee not being able to say no to the kid. it starts with him looking in a different direction, and me calling his name trying to get his attention, then, without turning his head, he looks at me out of the corner of his eyes. once he's made eye contact, he slowly smiles as big as he can, while pushing his chin into his neck making a triple chin:) i love it.
He's also really big into short, one syllable laughs. and he really makes you dedicate the time before bestowing those laughs as well. He'll give you about three or four good ones in a row, and then he's done. then, even though he's through with you, he still strings you along with his huge smile, and goading eyes. this technique is tremendously effective, and usually leaves us doing the goofy sounds and motions for the next five minutes that got him laughing in the first place.
although...there have been a handful of moments where he actually tied together his laughter into one long giggle fest.

p.s. porter's already has two little icebergs jutting out of his lower gum....the one area i'm not so sure i wanted him to excel at....

Make a Smilebox photobook

just a day hike

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

Mark's 25th B-day (Feb 22)

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Well, it's Feburary, so it's not really Summer, but Still a Fun Slideshow

Make a Smilebox slideshow

my gorgeous grey eyes

Porter's just starting to play with toys...and when i say play, i mean that i'm prying open his fingers, placing a toy in his hand, and trying to get that automatic reflex going to help him clench his fist around the toy. the sad part is that he can't let go. this leads to 'play time' backfireing, mostly because Porter still doesn't have full control over his arms. when he's overtired, he often will accidentally hit himself in the head...which only makes him cry when he's been set up by mommy to have a toy stuck in his hand.
porter's funniest 'playing' upset though came when i decided that he should play with the plastic rings that were obviously enticing him as they were dangling over his face. i helped his grab hold of the lowest ring, which he enjoyed for quite awhile until he realized he couldn't let go, and that his arm was going to be stretched up into the air forever. then that game got sad very quickly, and 'bobcat' made himself known. before he did though, i snapped a shot:)