Here are a few of the pictures we had taken of Porter. Now tell me I don't have the cutest little boy ever. At the portrait studio, I think the photographer failed to realize that Porter is only 3 months old. She kept trying to make him sit up on his own, but he can't! Although he just about tried to crawl away. People who think he is 6 months plus must think he is developmentally challenged if he can't even sit up. I also have yet to realize why people must continue to inform me that my child is big. Ok, yes and so what is your point? Don't you think that I have realized that myself? Today I went to Bajios with my mom. As I was finishing, one of the workers walked up to the table and said, "Wow, I can't believe you finished the entire thing. You must have been really hungry!" Although this was the case, can someone please tell me the point of expressing this fact to me? It certainly isn't a compliment, and if it isn't meant as a cut, please inform me of the purpose.



Although I had a difficult time mastering the pocket on my bag, I was successful in sewing an apron. Now that I know the basics of sewing, which is more than Mrs. Bridge and TLC class ever taught me, maybe I can actually be successful at it. Or maybe I just have an awesome machine that can do most of the work for me. Porter had a fabulous time with 7 more mommies to dote over him and a sweet little cousin, baby Bea, to play with. All of this left him exhausted. And not surprisingly, everyone who saw my child was sure to tell me that he was a Big Boy. Which is definitely true since he wears the same size clothes as his cousin who is a year and a half. But why everyone feels the need to inform me of this obvious fact is beyond me.