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.
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Porter you are the most handsome little man - and we are so excited we get to read about your adventures on your blog! See you soon.
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