In the Words of Porter, Merry Chrisix!

For the entire month of December, Porter has enjoyed what he calls "Chrisix." Which to him is the decorated front room of my mom's house. At the mention of the word Christmas, he whispers "Chrisix" and toddles to the door and bangs on it until someone takes him out. He gasps every time and could stare at the decorations for hours. Christmas has come and gone and it was wonderful! I didn't think Porter would really understand Christmas this year, but we had so much fun with him. On Monday we took him to "Candle Light Christmas" which was freezing cold but he loves Christmas lights and we got to see Santa and his reindeer as well as a Nativity Scene. Porter loved the pygmy goats and found the reindeer quite interesting.
The next couple days were so busy it left us all, especially Porter, exhausted. On Christmas Eve, we had dinner at my mom's house. Miko felt a little left out and hoped to catch part of the action through the window.

Porter was able to participate in the Christmas Pageant. We thought the wise man was a fitting role so that he could wander. Mainly he just wanted his bottle.

On Christmas Eve, we each get to open one gift of our choice. Justin gave Porter this darling drum set. He loves music!

A tradition in my family, which my mom insists we continue is to check to see if the elves came and brought us pajamas. Yes, her youngest is over the age of twenty yet she still plays Santa Claus. But the elves came indeed. Here are the pajamas I made for Porter.

Christmas morning was a fun event with our cheesy little boy who was so excited to make his way downstairs and open presents. He was interested in opening the first present and then lost interest and wanted to play with the tree or the dog.

After opening presents at our house, we went to my parents opened our presents from "Santa" and finally we made our way over to the LeBaron's house to open even more presents. Wow, are we spoiled and exhausted! We have been truly blessed this season and have loved celebrating Christmas with our sweet little boy. It has been quite a year and can't wait to see what next year brings.

Utah Mormons

Although it is Christmas and I have much to catch up on from our various past activities, I first must address what has been on my mind lately when one of my extended family members, who will remain nameless, made a comment about Utah Mormons. Mind you this was not the first time my family has been singled out as being "Utah Mormons", and I am certain it will not be the last. So forgive me for my defensive comments which are probably not in the Christmas spirit of things, but this is the source through which I wish to vent. I am a Utah Mormon, and there is NOTHING wrong with that. Since when did it become okay for Mormons to negatively classify other members of their own faith based upon their geographic location? We are all trying to live and practice the same religion are we not? I will never forget my first Sunday down at BYU when my Sunday School Teacher made negative comments about those "Utah Mormons". Before this time, I had failed to realize the rift between the Mormons in Utah and those outside of Utah. And I have never felt more uncomfortable and unwelcome than I did when I attended my grandparents ward in New Jersey when I announced that I was from Utah. I felt like a pariah and was horrified when the members openly made negative comments about Mormons from Utah right in front of me. And it was very difficult for me not to get up and leave. Now don't get me wrong, I am not trying to criticize them, I am only trying to point out the injustice of this classification. (as a side note allow me to point out that our beloved Prophet is as Utah Mormon as well) Aren't we all in this together? This past year and a half has really opened my eyes and made me so much more compassionate for people and their situations. Life is hard. We all have our own battles to fight and we certainly don't need others criticizing the way we fight them. Especially not those that should be rooting for us to succeed rather than pointing out reasons why we deserve to fail. Sometimes, even when you feel as though you have done everything as best as you could, things don't turn out the way you think they should. That doesn't necessarily mean you did something wrong. I will be the first to admit my guilt in this. When children went wayward or boys came home from their missions, I unrightfully passed judgement and tried to place the blame on someone for this failure. As some of these experiences have hit a little closer to home, I have been very humbled. None of us know the intent of anyone's heart and none of us know the circumstances. Utah Mormon or not, we are all trying to do the best we can. My hope is that I may be more aware of my thoughts and words and try to offer feelings of love and compassion, rather than criticism. And to all of those people that do think differently of "Utah Mormons", I only wish you would realize we are all doing the best we can.

There I am finished and I feel much better.

Porter Turns One

I officially have a one year old! I can't believe that a year has come and gone so fast. It has been amazing to see my sweet little boy learn and grow. And man has he grown, he is a giant! I love watching him discover how to do something new. He is walking up a storm now and is BUSY! He loves to play blocks, play with and bite the dog (yes I said bite, sick huh!), play with the heating vents, open all the cupboards and pull out everything inside, laugh at sneezes and hiccups, race me to the stairs hoping he might get away with doing something naughty, watching My Friends Tigger and Pooh, taking naps with Uncle Justin, throwing balls, riding in the car carts at the grocery store, having story time, taking baths, and now, he loves to do this:

This is his new present from his uncles Justin and Trent. Man he is such a spoiled child!! We celebrated Porter's first birthday Thursday night at his Grandma's House with his aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. He was overwhelmed with all of the guests and especially all of the presents. He ultimately resorted to playing with his old toy because he didn't know how to handle all of the new toys. He is lucky to have such a great family that live close and are very supportive. Here are a few pictures from his Winnie the Pooh Birthday Party:

The Jazz Game

Last night we went to the Jazz Game. We were privileged enough to be able to sit in some box seats and Porter loved every minute of it!! As soon as the lights went out in the beginning, he was hooked and pretty much had his attention to the game the entire time. He yelled and clapped when the crowd cheered, pointed out the Ba (ball) to me, and even made a friend in the next box over. I have never seen him focus on one single thing for that long, but wow, I guess we need to go more often because that kid was hooked. Too bad we lost in the last second (literally) of the game. Oh, and in the box across the way from us was none other than President Monson. Crazy when you see leaders of the church doing real people things. But we had a great time!!

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Despite her naughty behavior (jumping on people, stealing food, and chasing chickens to name a few) I really am thankful for my dog Miko. She puts up with a lot from little Porter and she is great entertainment for him. He pokes and pulls and even tries to bite her, not to mention stealing her toys and trying to play in her food, but she just patiently plays with him. I am grateful for her cuddly sleeping habits and love her addiction to the laser pen. I also enjoy the comfort and peace of mind she brings to me when Tom is not home. I know she is little, but I still feel safer with her there. I'm sad I don't have a yard for her to play in. But no matter what I say, I am grateful for Miko.

And now. . .

Tom has been asking me when I am going to be thankful for him.  (give me a break I have only done two posts)  But in light of current events, I am thankful for Tom.  I am grateful that he is such a hardworker and provider for his family. It is a comforting thought to know that he will do whatever he has to to support his family, even if it means probably looking for another job. . . again. I am definitely thankful for his optimistic attitude toward life, that is something I constantly need.   I am grateful that after a long day of work, school, and then Young Mens, he still comes home and takes over, getting Porter ready for bed, taking the dog out, and even folding the laundry.  And yes, lots of times he cooks, or helps cook dinner. I am grateful that he is such a good father, even if he is like another one of my kids.  I am grateful for his level head, no matter what the "crisis" may be.  I'm thankful that he loves me despite my many faults.  And finally, I am thankful that he is always taking care of me and doing things that make me happy.  I love him and am so grateful that he is my husband.

I Am Thankful For. . .

I am thankful for my sweet little boy and the opportunity I have to be a mother. Growing up I always thought I was destined to be a mother. I felt like I was highly qualified and would usually know what to do in every situation. Well, I was wrong. The minute Porter came into my life I felt extremely inadequate and forgot everything I ever knew about taking care of children. (Tommy had to change his diapers in the hospital because it was overwhelming to me, pathetic I know). Over this past year, I have learned a lot about myself through taking care of my little boy. Patience has never been one of my strong suits, but being the mom to a busy little boy has required me to practice patience I never knew I had. I am grateful that I have the opportunity to put someone else before myself. I am grateful to have a constant companion and built in friend (especially when Tom is gone all the time). I am grateful for his smiling face and hammy personality and the fact that he thinks I am the funniest person alive. I love his sweet little kisses and the way he says goodbye. I am grateful for the show "My Friends Tigger and Pooh" and the twenty minutes of peace it gives me every day. I am thankful that he still takes two or three naps a day. I feel so privileged to be a mother and am grateful for every experience that comes with it. I love my sweet little boy.

What I'm Thankful For. . .

Although I'm a little late in beginning, I am going to start posting what I am thankful for. To start with today, I am thankful for my dad. I am the definition of a daddy's girl and proud of it. My dad has always been there for me no matter what. Ever since I was a little girl, I could always run to my dad when i was having a hard time or needed someone to talk to. He always had some positive words to share which usually included one of his infamous stories about his past.When I was eight and my brother had his accident, my dad was there with a cool head along with his priesthood power to make it better. That is what he has done for most of my life, made things better, or at least made me feel better about them. I am grateful for his example and I am grateful for his faith. This past year and a half has been quite trying on the old man, he is carrying quite a load of stress on his shoulders between the slow housing market and his dying business as well as family strife and accidents. But my dad continues pressing forward trying to be optimistic and strong. I am grateful for my daddy and his example for me. I love him and will never be able to express my gratitude for all he has done for me. I love you dad! (hopefully someone will be able to explain to him how to connect to this blog since the man is computer illiterate)

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The President

You all new it was coming. . . my thoughts on the outcome of the election. For my own personal thoughts and journal, I found this article in the Wall Street Journal to be very interesting. My candidate for President lost, so it is true I need to put my support behind Obama when he becomes our president(and maybe like he admitted in his acceptance speech, he may not get what he promised accomplished in one term). It is a great day in our nation when an African American can be elected as President. I respect him and hope that he represents our country well. I have to say that the economy is responding to him winning the race for the presidency, yes, that is right, the stock market continues to go down. Maybe because businesses don't like Obama's ideas on taxes? Hmmmm. (like I said, I will stand behind him when he BECOMES our president) I also don't understand why it is important for our country to unite behind him when he is president, but not before hand. Well, here is the article:

"Earlier this year, 12,000 people in San Francisco signed a petition in support of a proposition on a local ballot to rename an Oceanside sewage plant after George W. Bush. The proposition is only one example of the classless disrespect many Americans have shown the president.
According to recent Gallup polls, the president's average approval rating is below 30% -- down from his 90% approval in the wake of 9/11. Mr. Bush has endured relentless attacks from the left while facing abandonment from the right.
This is the price Mr. Bush is paying for trying to work with both Democrats and Republicans. During his 2004 victory speech, the president reached out to voters who supported his opponent, John Kerry, and said, "Today, I want to speak to every person who voted for my opponent. To make this nation stronger and better, I will need your support, and I will work to earn it. I will do all I can do to deserve your trust."
Those bipartisan efforts have been met with crushing resistance from both political parties.
The president's original Supreme Court choice of Harriet Miers alarmed Republicans, while his final nomination of Samuel Alito angered Democrats. His solutions to reform the immigration system alienated traditional conservatives, while his refusal to retreat in Iraq has enraged liberals who have unrealistic expectations about the challenges we face there.
It seems that no matter what Mr. Bush does, he is blamed for everything. He remains despised by the left while continuously disappointing the right.
Yet it should seem obvious that many of our country's current problems either existed long before Mr. Bush ever came to office, or are beyond his control. Perhaps if Americans stopped being so divisive, and congressional leaders came together to work with the president on some of these problems, he would actually have had a fighting chance of solving them.
Like the president said in his 2004 victory speech, "We have one country, one Constitution and one future that binds us. And when we come together and work together, there is no limit to the greatness of America."
To be sure, Mr. Bush is not completely alone. His low approval ratings put him in the good company of former Democratic President Harry S. Truman, whose own approval rating sank to 22% shortly before he left office. Despite Mr. Truman's low numbers, a 2005 Wall Street Journal poll found that he was ranked the seventh most popular president in history.
Just as Americans have gained perspective on how challenging Truman's presidency was in the wake of World War II, our country will recognize the hardship President Bush faced these past eight years -- and how extraordinary it was that he accomplished what he did in the wake of the September 11 attacks.
The treatment President Bush has received from this country is nothing less than a disgrace. The attacks launched against him have been cruel and slanderous, proving to the world what little character and resolve we have. The president is not to blame for all these problems. He never lost faith in America or her people, and has tried his hardest to continue leading our nation during a very difficult time.
Our failure to stand by the one person who continued to stand by us has not gone unnoticed by our enemies. It has shown to the world how disloyal we can be when our president needed loyalty -- a shameful display of arrogance and weakness that will haunt this nation long after Mr. Bush has left the White House."

I think that says a lot about our country. President Bush is not solely responsible for much of what has gone on in our country. Think about all the things that have been thrown at him as President.

I think McCain graciously lost (I wonder what would have happened had it been the other way? I can't help but think that we would have all been accused of being racist and riots may have broken out in Chicago? It's funny how so often there is such a double standard isn't there?) As a history nerd I think, just like most presidents, our nation will eventually look on President Bush in a positive light. And that will conclude my political thoughts forever more.

Happy Halloween!

I absolutely love Fall! Maybe because I finally get to wear sweaters, maybe because its my birthday, but definitely now that I am a mom, because I get to dress my little boy in a darling Halloween Costume. How cute is he? I absolutely love his costume but I'm not so sure that he does. Much like his dad, he is a little heater and gets pretty sweaty. Here are a couple of pictures from our many Halloween parties!

So the last one is of our family. Tommy won best costume for that. Yea for Halloween! And I don't know what is wrong with me but am I the only sane person in the United States who doesn't believe Obama and doesn't think his ideas will work? I will spare you the rest of my political rant and just share my ideas with Tom, but let me just say I am against wealth redistribution!!!

Just About There!

He's quite wobbly, but today Porter took his first steps! Five of them with a pause in between to be exact. But if this is anything like crawling, now that he has taken those steps, it will be a while before he actually starts to do it. Although he tends to walk and balance when he isn't thinking about it. And because of that temper (see post below) lots of times when I try to make him, he just arches his back and brings his feet to his chest so he can't stand up. He's quite the independent little boy, and I'm sure this means even more trouble, but I'm proud of my little scrunch. (sorry, I'm slacking with pictures lately, maybe I'll get some video next time)

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!

Slip Up

Its amazing to me how a split second can change everything. This past weekend, Tom was helping my mom install an electric dog fence in her backyard. (Keep in mind my mom is a bit accident prone. Anyone remember a couple years ago when she broke her collar bone on a scooter and broke her front tooth, both while on her cruise? Oh, and there is the time she broke her toe, and the one where she broke both her legs at the same time, her nose problems, breaking her tooth again, and falling down the stairs like twenty times!) Well, anyways, somehow she slipped and busted some bones. She started screaming and Tom came running. (my dad was at funeral) She kept yelling at him to do something (poor guy) and so he finally called the paramedics. It was disgusting, we have a picture, but I'll spare you the visuals. Long story short, she will be in the hospital for three days. She just got out of surgery with 18 screws and two plates! She is off of it for six weeks. Looks like I now what I will be doing but at least I don't have to do her hair this time! I feel so bad for her. Keep her in your prayers!

Moving Day

It's been a while, I know, but life just gets away from you. We've been busy. And no, it wasn't our moving day. This past weekend we helped move my aunt from my parents basement to her new apartment. Yes it was a lovely early Saturday morning of moving. . . in the Rain. But we got her moved and still managed to catch Conference. In other news, Porter is becoming a very naughty boy who cries when he doesn't get his way and laughs when he know he is doing something he shouldn't. He loves crawling stairs and playing in Mikos food. Atleast we have gotten over the no sleeping part. This morning I went to check on him because he was sleeping a lot later than usual and he was just standing up in his crib. I turned on the light, which was too bright. He tried to turn away from the light and smacked his face on the crib. Sad!

On a different note, here is my political rant for the day. Don't read on if you are not interested because it may get a little boring or you may disagree. Man what a pathetic race this is and to me, I don't believe either candidate is a good choice. And let's be honest, unless something huge happened, Obama's got this one. (in case you couldn't tell, I am for the McCain Palin ticket although they would not be my first choice, I think they are the lesser of the two evils) From a history teacher's point of view let me say this. The two most important jobs of a President are one, to declare war, and two, to appoint Supreme Court Justices. Now Judge Stevens is 88 years old and no Justice has served past 90, so the next President will nominate the next Supreme Court Justice. While McCain said he would appoint one that would adhere to the strict interpretation of the constitution, Obama wants to appoint one who is sympathetic to poor black men, unmarried pregnant women, etc. Which is all great except that the point of a supreme court justice is to be unbiased and not sympathetic to certain groups. I respect that everyone has their own political views but I wish that those that are voting for Obama would at least tell my why. Yes Obama wants to give everyone health care because so 40 some odd million people are uninsured. Let's make sure we realize all those that are included in that number. Many wealthy people chose not to be insured because they have enough money to pay for medical expenses and many chose not to be insured even when their companies offer them money to buy their own health insurance, and some want a government handout. Now don't get me wrong, I do believe that there are many people that want insurance that can't afford it and they should be helped out, I just don't think that that figure correctly reflects what we are talking about. So although McCain's plan may not be the best, I would rather give a tax credit to those that are paying for their health care than just give it to everyone. That only leads to socialized medicine(which I won't get into right now). And here's the thing, I do believe that a person's personal life is important when we are talking about the President of the United States. Your personal life is reflected in your public life. And yes, we all have our skeletons, but some of them are too serious to overlook. And I know my ideas are biased because I am supporting McCain, but I just have to get my feelings about Obama off my chest. Obama is a liar, even about little things and his relations with William Ayers really disturbs me. I could go on and on, but I will just say now why I am scared of Obama becoming president. I don't support Acorn with which Obama is closely associated. Two of Obama's top economic advisors are from Freddie Mac and Fannie May, hmmm. In Chicago, and this really bugs me as a teacher, the teachers make close to 100,000 and don't even work a full school day while only about 50% of their students even go on to college! Obama has failed to reform education in Illinois because the teachers unions are some of his closest political allies and he wants to keep it that way. With as bad as public education is getting, I don't like the idea of putting Obama in charge of reforming education in America. Okay, I could go on and on, but I will spare you all if anyone is still reading. On one final note, I am disgusted by the ads on both sides of the campaign lately, but I do have to point out one thing. McCain's camp accuses Obama of associating with known terrorists and people that hate the U.S., which he really can't deny. All the Obama camp has is accusing him of McCain's association in the savings and loan scandal 20 years ago. In 1991, the Senate ethics committee cleared John McCain (the lone Republican involved) of having acted improperly but he was criticized for having exercised “poor judgment”. . . twenty years ago. Is that all they can find? Like I said, I can go on and on, but I will spare anyone still here with me.
Oh and P.S., I am from the historical schooling that much of the blame for the stock market crash was stupid people who caused and reported panic. So how bout the press stop reporting on the "worst drop in history" and just let it work itself out. If we freak out and tell everyone to sell, then it will crash.

Battle of Wills

I finally see that Porter is my child. For those of you who don't know, I have a temper. When I was little I would throw temper tantrums and kick the wall and would have to be locked in my room. Well, my nine month old is following suit. Oh help us all. Up until now, he was a power sleeper and overall a very sweet boy. But man has his temper taken over. When he gets his way, he is perfectly content and relaxed as the picture to the left shows. For two nights straight I have put him to bed and he has cried for almost an hour at the top of his lungs as if someone is beating him. I am worried my neighbors are going to call. As you can see in this picture, I won the battle last night. After a long cry, my little boy finally gave in. However, I can't say little, at his checkup, he measured in at 31.5 inches (that is above the 98 percentile!) His weight is only 21 pounds. Which brings me to my other problem. He has decided not to eat. Everything I feed him is spit back onto me or fed to the dog. For any experienced mothers out there, I am open to any ideas about either of the two above problems. However, cross your fingers because Tom just put him down and he is out. Maybe this is only a phase. . .

What A Day!

Well what a day this has been! It started off with babysitting my twin 18 month old cousins Joshua and Mackay. Wow, three kids under two years, need I say more? But I will. With Porter at my side, I bathed the twins in my mom's bathtub. Things were going quite smoothly, and the great thing about twins is that most of the time they entertain each other, but unfortunately, one of them decided to poo, a lot! I pulled them both out of the tub, which turned out to be a big mistake, so that I could clean the tub. Well, someone decided that they needed to pee while I was cleaning. At this point, Porter decided he wanted attention and began to cry. I finally got them back in the tub and finished getting them ready. We headed downstairs and on the way, Mackay decided to hit Joshua which gave him a nosebleed. The horrible thing about twins is that although they can entertain each other better than anyone else, they can also fight worse than anyone else. After dealing with the array of bodily fluids, I went to check on Miko, and this is what I found:

The picture doesn't quite do it justice, but this did not resemble my dog at all. Her nose was swollen and her eyes were slits (back to her oriental roots, I guess) (For those of you who went to Junior High with me, it resembled Whitney when she had that allergic reaction to the face lotion)Her behind was also swollen. I rushed her to the vet and they informed me that she had been stung by a bee. They gave her two shots and sent me on my way. But not without giving me the bill. This turned out not to be just any bee sting, it was actually an $80 bee sting. After that crisis, Miko and I headed back to the babysitting job. Now realize these boys have been without their mom for five days and they have had it. Sadly, they decided to take out their sadness on Porter, by shoving his face into the carpet and stealing his toys. Although he was a little confused, it didn't seem to phase him too much. My little boy is such a cheese. And check out his nerdy hat, I love it!

With a couple of other bumps along the way, we finally made it through this horrible day. Miko is doing much better and should be back to normal by tomorrow, the twins were picked up by their mother this evening, and Tom is finally home from work and school and I am signing out. Shout out to my aunt Jenny who is the mother of the twins and three other kids. I don't know how she does it and I can only pray that I will not have twins.

Crawling Monster

Here is our little monster. Sorry we have been MIA lately, life has gotten away from us. The latest and greatest on our front is that Porter is now a crawling machine. By crawling I mean the one armed one legged scoot across the floor. Sadly, I must confess, his greatest motivation for crawling: a can of diet coke. For all you concerned moms out there, no I do not give him diet coke to drink. Even more, Porter is also learning stairs and has learned to pull himself up to some furniture and navigate slowly around it. My giant of a child has also been moved to the big boy car seat. Aside from the fast development of our baby, not much else is happening. Tom is busy with work and has now started school again, so back to lonely nights. During our month of blogging MIA, we took another trip down to Lake Powell. Sadly, we failed on the picture taking front. And finally, yesterday Tom and I took a trip up to the Lake with the Young Men and Young Women.

24th of July and The LeBaron Carnival

This past week has been jam packed with family fun. We went to Park City over the 24th of July with my family. Thursday and Friday were perfect! No one was on the lake and the weather was marvelous! My dad claims it is still too cold to get in the water right now, but Porter thinks otherwise. If he had it his way he would jump right out of the boat. It was so fun for Porter to play with Joshua and Mackay, my 1 1/2 year old cousins, but he forgets that he is younger than them and can't even crawl. He gets so frustrated. We had a great time playing games, eating food, shopping and boating.

Next up, the LeBaron Family Carnival. Flori organized an impressive Carnival last night. There were games, corn dogs, face painting, pictures and prizes. The excitement was almost more than Porter could handle, he kept screaming and waving his arms. Joseph has an incredible talent for face painting, here are a few pieces of his work and some of the highlights: