

(Originally to post November 19, 2010)
My mom says I'm her sugarplum.Isn't that precious? The only difference is Porter is my pumpkin, not my sugarplum. I can't help but wonder if there has been any kind of thought like this going through Porter's head. I hope not. =P
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why?
"Welcome to the world baby 'Cawub'! I'm your big brother Porter. I'm super excited to have a brother. We are going to have so much fun! I'm going to teach you everything I know. We will hunt and shoot dinosaurs, play superhero's, run super fast, play 'ports (baseball is my favorite; basketball & football are fun too), make cabes (caves), torture...I mean play with our doggies, read bookies, drink lots of choc-ate milkie, play at the park, swing-swing, go down slides, swim-swim, make cakies with Daddy, have sword fights, ride my vroom-vroom, and play toys. I'll teach you how to bix stuff with tools (I taught Daddy everything he knows), get out of trouble, how to make messes 'cause that's what kids are 'posed to do, how to pray, how to not be afraid (of going to the doctor, or tooth doctor, but not of Santa Clause...you're on your own with him), how to make Mommy happy and do your chores, how to play pretend, how to act good in church and love nursery class, how to draw and do colors, how to blow bubbles, how to be cool, and how to get treats and specials from Daddy. We got the very best Mommy and Daddy too. Just 'member they were mine first. I wub you Cawub! Wub your big brother...Porter"