OH Porter

I couldn't let anymore time pass before I documented some memorable things for Porter as of late.

First up, Porter is OBSESSED with dinosaurs.  He knows probably more than most adults know now about them and has by far surpassed my knowledge even when I am often the one looking up the information for them.  His current "what I want to be when I grow up..." is paleontologist.  At preschool this week they are learning about dinosaurs.  His teacher held up a dinosaur figurine and asked the class what it was she was holding.  While she was most likely expecting to hear "dinosaur" instead Porter informed her that it was an "Ankylosaurus which is an herbivore from the Cretaceous period".  Yes folks, I do believe we have a budding Paleontologist in our midst!  For all of us who have no idea, this is an ankylosaurus:

 

Last weekend we had some friends over.  Jillian is one of Porter's best friends but they also fight like brother and sister.  We carpool with her to preschool and spend a lot of time with them.  Well, at dinner the other night they got in a little fight and Porter proceeded to throw his shoe at her.  Yes, his shoe.  While was sat their discussing with him why his actions were wrong and also trying to console his crying he yelled tearily, "Blasted Barnacles, I don't know why they are making fun of me."  Considering the other choices of words out there I guess I prefer this one, I just couldn't keep from laughing at him when he said it.  

Speaking of tears, Porter has shed a lot lately.  I don't know if it is because he is having a hard time adjusting to Tom being gone or it is just him being 4, but seriously we cry or whine daily.  Yesterday I told him he needed to stop whining.  He desperately informed me that he couldn't find his happy voice and if I could tell him where to find it he would use it instead.  Apparently the child doesn't understand that he is in control of his voice or emotions.  He also gets so mad when tears stream down his face and yells at them to stop.

I love my sweet little boy.  I love that he is such a good helper even when he informs me that he does everything.  I love that he loves the scriptures and that he enjoys reading them with me.  I hate that he has inherited my foul temper and uncontrolled emotions as I can see my childhood taking shape in his own and I feel sad when I see him work himself up to the point of no return.  Hopefully since I do understand it I can help him take more control over it.