Happy Birthday Porter!

While there is a small (perhaps very small) part of me that sighs nostalgically at the fact that there are officially no babies in this house anymore, most of me is celebrating. With Porter's birthday comes the realization of days past: No more baby car seats, no more diaper blow-outs, no more all-nighters with new babies, no more nursing (although admittedly I miss the figure enhancement that nursing brings). Like I said, a small part of me is sighing, but mostly I just love the fact that all my children are relatively independent, play relatively well together, can feed themselves at the dinner table (when they feel like it) ... and I can sit through the last 2 hours of church and actually listen to and remember what is said.

Porter is darling. He is funny and independent and sassy. He knows what he wants, won't let his older brothers walk all over him and hates to be left behind when the big boys get to do something he's still too little for. If the street is the negative pull, PJ has a positive charge built into his little body. He's really sneaky and if I don't watch carefully enough, he's in the middle of the road before I know it. He is a lover and if you find him in the right mood, he'll lounge and warm you with his charming affection. His favorite color is "gweeeeen!" and he loves to dance with me when there is music playing. And trust me - he can groove.

I have always said it's a good thing Porter was a surprise because I might still be wrestling with whether or not I was ready for a third child. He is a delightful addition to our family and we love him like crazy.

Now ... if I could just get him and Lincoln to stop their ritual of hour-long jumping on the beds at bedtime and just go to sleep ...