18 Screws and 2 Plates

Well after 4 days in the hospital and a four hour surgery that put 18 screws and 2 Plates into her foot, my mom is finally home. She has to be completely off of it for 6 weeks and the feeling in her foot may never fully come back. The doctor also instructed her that she should never be alone in case she did fall. So Porter and I have taken it upon ourselves to be her company and help. She came home late Tuesday night. She is pretty much helpless and depressed. I have to help her do everything, even shower! But we will make it. Most importantly, we have to keep her occupied so she doesn't get too depressed. Porter is fascinated with her foot and will not stop touching it.
Speaking of Porter, man is he a naughty boy! A very cute and darling naughty boy. He hates to eat, get his diaper changed, and sleep through the night. He now throws temper tantrums, throwing his head backwards and waving his arms when I take him away from his naughty fascinations such as the bathroom garbage, the toilet, the fireplace, the stairs, and the dog and her food. This is the only time when Porter and the dog actually get along.
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When I change his diaper, I have developed a wrestling position where I pin his arms down with my feet. Well today when I was attempting this feat, he bit my toe! I just started to laugh and he started to cry. Where did he come from? Most people would never believe that he behaves this way. When we are around other people he just flashes that irresistible smile and talks in his sweet soft voice. Don't get me wrong, he is still a sweet little boy who cuddles with his mom and talks and plays with me for hours, but there are just a few things that we definitely clash over. I was talking to my mom about my frustrations today and she informed me that this is exactly how I was at this age. So he is even more like his mom than we thought. Just not in the good way. But I still love my sweet little boy and hopefully we will grow out of this stage soon. But on the cute side again. Not that I am counting these as his first words, but maybe they are. Porter definitely understands Bah-Bah as bottle. He crawls towards me saying Bah-Bah and when I give him that that is what he wants. And when Tommy leaves in the morning for work, he says DADADADADADA for like fifteen minutes after I tell him to say goodbye to DaDa. He also (when he wants to not when I want him to perform) says BABA when people leave. It is so dang cute!