Who Taught You That?

This weekend was packed with Porter funnies. Here's a little sampling to brighten up your Monday morning...

Porter: Holy Shoot!
Me: What! Who taught you that?
Porter: My sister.

And so it begins. This little gal had better watch out - if pending birth doesn't deter her big brother from playing the blame game, I don't know what will.

While running his fingers through his hair, Porter gleefully observed, "My hair is like spiky grass."

We were running errands this weekend, and while Andy and I were in the middle of a conversation, Porter started asking where we were going. He kept repeating his question as we talked over him, until he finally - and with every ounce of exasperation a two-year-old can muster - yelled, "You are driving me nuts!"

At breakfast, Porter and I were eating one of his new favorites, Frosted Mini Wheats. He stops mid bite, looks at me, and asks, "Mommy, don't these weeds taste good?"

Oh, how I wish I could freeze the little guy at this age for life. Between Porter's linguistic mishaps and Andy's, well Andy-ness, my days are filled with laughter as of late.

Hmmm...

Not sure how I feel about comparing an ultrasound to a "real" photo, but I've heard enough comments about our recent ultrasound pics looking like Porter that I thought I'd open it to opinion. What do you think?

If I only had a name...

Ok, the last couple of weeks have been busy. So, while I know I should be posting pics of Porter in Haloween garb, I've yet to retrieve those from the 'ol camera. He was a ghost. It was cute. I'll try to get them up soon.

I do, however, have some grandparent eye-candy to pass the time (and for the rest of you, yes I know all three pictures look the same...bear with me as I wade through the proud mommy moment).

Introducing "Little Sister" at 30 weeks.
Seventy days (or less) to go. To date, little no-name is 3 Lb., 6 oz. and all her vital stats look good, says the ultrasound tech. The doctor also marveled at the amount of hair she has (we could see it waving around during the ultrasound), though I was bald until I was three, so I'm not holding my breath.So, now that the pre-delivery screenings are all out of the way and the nursery is much closer to completion, I guess we'd better get serious about names. Any suggestions?