Happy Birthday, PJ!

It's official.  There are no more babies in this house. Sure, we've been out of diapers for 6 months and sleeping through the nights since forever ago, but there's something about the baby of the house turning 3 that makes it certifiable.

This kid is seriously cute. He is happy and easy to please. He loves to be a big boy and hates to be left out of any activity his older brothers take part in. He has the BEST kissy lips of any child I know ... and he really loves his daddy.

His brothers gave him a Betta fish for his birthday. Porter named him Mr. Fish.  He died within 24 hours (don't buy your fish at Wal-Mart, people!).  We bought a replacement from an actual pet store, this one named Rockly, who is thriving questionably. We don't have great luck with fish so far, but we keep on trying.

Porter's 3-year-old favorites include:

Color:  Green

Food:  Hot dogs

TV Show:  Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

Movie:  How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Animal:  Dog

Game:  Puzzles

Superheroes:  Batman and Buzz Lightyear

Place to Visit:  Granny's House

Outside Activity:  Jumping on the trampoline

You are a joy to us, Porter. We are grateful for you and your sweet disposition. You bring a lot of love to our home, and if I didn't know you would just be more fun the bigger you get, I would wish you to stay this size forever. Happy birthday, big boy.