To the tune of "Indian Outlaw" by Tim McGraw:

I'm an Indian outlaw,


Half Cowlitz and my mommy's fan,


My daddy he's a workin' man,


He's a one of a kind.


You can find me with my Golden,


I fed myself a bottle then,


I'm cute as a button,


Pass me around.


Don't have my Indian name yet,


"Lil' Sipper" is my paw-paw,


He gets orders from my maw-maw,


Our family's doin' fine.

- PDS, 2 weeks old.

Take me out to the ballgame, plug your nose in the crowd.

Well, I'm all of 6 weeks, and I get to go into more public places now. I'm very good - I've been to church twice and didn't disrupt anyone with crying. After all, at 12 pounds, I can testify that big boys don't cry.

...Maybe just once in awhile... I did, however, embarrass my dad during one service at my Aunt Jackie's church with a gigantic fart. I waited until the final prayer to let 'er rip and it was so loud that no one thought it infantly possible to be me. Hey - if dad can blame it on the dog, I can blame it on dad... and everyone would believe it.

My uncle Wes came into town and I went to my first baseball game. It was pretty cool - although no one could figure out what I was staring at the whole time. I was so excited afterward that I couldn't sleep for 5 hours that night. For some reason, mom couldn't sleep either.

Well, gotta go. Just a few hours left to soak up some rays.



Sayonara, dudes.



- P

4 weeks old and just as cute as the day I was born!

I'm a whole month old now, & my tummy keeps on growing...

Mom & dad took me to my first pool party to celebrate, but I slept through it.



I've slept through a lot this month. I've been to the mountains twice with mom & dad, I went to my first 4th of July parade with my Grandma Sherry & Grandpa Jerry, I've slept through fireworks, I've been to a wedding reception, and I've slept in the arms of countless friends and family.



To be quite honest, I'm tired, and having to communicate to mom & dad creatively to let them know I'm just not going to wake up for all of these riveting events...



What? Did I do something wrong?

Hi, I'm Porter

Hi there. My name is Porter. My mom and dad picked my name from a baby name book over two years ago when visiting my Aunt Lori & Uncle Jarrod in Juneau, right before my cousin, Dylan was born. The fact that my mom & dad had just tried the Alaskan Porter & liked it helped too. My middle name, David, comes from my dad and grandpa Jerry's middle name.

My eyes are currently navy blue, and my hair is light brown. Check my mow-hawk; I'm stylin. I have some crazy wild dreams - my mom sees my lips curl in a smile as my eyes twitch and she knows I'm dreaming about my favorite thing - well, that is next to sleeping - mom's milk!

I have two siblings, Axl & Fiona. Axl took an immediate like to me, but Fiona was a different story. We're all good now. She gets up with mom & I in the middle of the night and watches us, but she still gets a little jealous of me.

When I was 10 days old, mom & dad took my on my first outing to the mountains. I don't remember much, but dad tried me out on my first chairlift - he's convinced I'm going to be skiing by next year. I think my favorite part of the day was when mom was feeding me and I puked all over her. Then when she set me down, I peed all over her leg. I just wanted to give her a good taste of what being my mommy was all about.

It's time for me to eat again, but I promise to stay in touch.