Happy Birthday Cubs!

Two years, seriously?  Will we ever quit asking where the time has gone?  Maybe these years went by so fast because this crazy ball of energy always keeps me on my toes and running!  The sleeping thing with this babe has been rough over these two years, but I think we are finally getting there (no thanks to any how to make your child sleep books)  The odd thing is he LOVES to go to bed.  Yesterday he said led me into his room and tried to climb in his crib.  He hates any sort of bedtime routine.  Forget the fluff, he doesn't want a song or a story or even a snuggle, when he is ready he is ready and snuggles right in with Mickey and Elmo.  All he insists is that he gets to turn off the light.  Right now I am loving everything about this little boy. He truly is my constant companion right now as the only breaks we take from each other lately since Tom is always gone are when I volunteer at Porter's preschool.

He may quite possibly be the BEST eater hands down anyone has ever seen.  From lettuce to meat to any vegetable and practically anything I make, this little boy can't get enough food and is constantly shoving his face as if he has been starving. His favorites:  pasta, pineapple, cottage cheese, hamburgers, rice cakes, and bagels with cream cheese (yes all of these are pregnancy cravings of mine so it is nice to have an eating companion to share with)

Jack is definitely my crazy hyper ball of endless energy which is somedays hard on his exhausted mommy. He loves to hop everywhere and say "hop" while he is doing it.  He is a runner.  I have two seconds to lock the door when we leave before he is halfway down the street with Porter and I chasing after him. He also loves to wrestle.  We have a true little boy here and sometimes Porter can't catch a break because Jack is always trying to wrestle.  And if he could choose he just might live outside.

He LOVES Elmo and all the characters of Mickey Mouse Club House.  Oddly enough, he doesn't really like to watch Sesame Street but Elmo has a special place in his heart.  And a new found favorite is Ferb.

He may not say much but he is one smart boy and can problem solve his way out of anything.  My favorite words he does say are Elmo, Elephant, Hello, and Be Happy!

Although it is hard to believe, I feel like I'm loving this boy more and more EVERY DAY!  I love him more than life itself and am so happy he is part of our family!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUBS!

One More From Porter

Like I said, Porter has been talking about wanting to be a paleontologist when he grows up.  The other day, we were with my mom so I thought I would pose the question to him again.  Oh, he didn't respond with what I thought.  Instead he said,

"I don't know, maybe like a Prophet or something."

Because normal kids think about wanting to be something like that when they grow up right?

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.

Just Hanging Out

Life has been lonely lately without our daddy around, but we are managing to keep ourselves busy despite the nausea and exhaustion I can't seem to kick.  Today's beautiful weather, (minus the crazy wind gusts) took us to Nanny's house where Porter assisted Nanny in preparing her grow boxes for spring planting.

 Yes my cubs has inherited the love of hats!

And of course we must always have a friend tag along.

As all little boys, my kiddos could live outside.  Only one problem: no real backyard here in our townhome so we are forced to venture out to parks, nanny's house and the zoo (which was amazing yesterday and we watched the tigers and the gorillas eat and my boys were speechless!).  Which isn't all bad, but again, I can't get a grip on the tiredness so keeping up with these two is exhausting.  Especially when daddy isn't around to even put them to bed.  6:30 comes all too early to sneak in 20 minutes of breakfast time before he leaves.  Sheesh.  Here's to overtime right?

Oh and we have been doing one more thing.  Porter and I have a goal to finish the Book of Mormon together this year.  Cubs usually isn't interested, but here's how I caught him yesterday:

Never mind that they are upside down, look at the concentration on this kids face.  Oh, and his scrumptious belly!