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:

The Latest

I wish I would have taken this picture before it had been snacked on, but here is my attempt at an edible fruit bouquet.  I made this for my mom's bookclub.  Case in point, people don't really want to eat the fruit because they don't want to pick it apart.Next, we finally went boating again and Porter has decided that he actually really enjoys it.  This past weekend Porter and I were flying solo because Tom spent the weekend on a brother's trip up in Park City golfing, biking, and staying up until three playing Halo and Call of Duty.  Rough life, I know.  Lucky for me, Porter's personality took a horrible downturn this same weekend.  How ironic.  He was so irritable and probably cried for almost half of the time Tom was away.  I am now choosing to take a Sunday hiatus from being a mom.  At least one of us had fun this weekend.  Thanks to the Smith's for letting them stay in their amazing cabin!

Happy 4th of July!

Fourth of July weekend has been busy. Poor Porter took his naps in backpacks, in his car seat, on the boat, at the Swimming Pool, and on Grandma's floor, so by the end of Saturday night, he was done. We had a great holiday though. We left bright and early Friday for a hike up to Three Lakes in Brighton. I don't know about the rest of you, but that 102 degree weather that was promised seemed to be MIA for us. Although I felt overly prepared with my sunscreen, hat, sun glasses, bug spray, food, formula, snack, and everything else for Porter, I failed to remember one thing, socks. His poor little feet got a little cold up at the top. We headed down the canyon to Brunch at Sharon's Cafe. Next, we packed up and headed to the pool, which, by the way, Porter absolutely loves swimming! Finally, we ended up at my parents house for a BBQ and fireworks. Later that night Tom and a few others ventured over to Holladay City to see the fireworks. He said they were an impressive display and he felt they were almost too long. Our celebration didn't end there. The next morning, quite early, we headed up to Jordanelle to go boating. It was a bit cold, but we all enjoyed it except for Porter who still can't quite handle the life jacket. This was the first time I had a chance to Wakeboard since before I was pregnant, so I definitely enjoyed myself. We finally headed home to catch a nap before we headed out to dinner. It was a jam packed weekend and our poor little boy was exhausted, but it was a great 4th of July.

Here are a few more pictures of Porter from this past week:

Road Rage and Coffee, Who Knew?

Although I must admit I have experienced some road rage of my own, I have never experienced this.  I was driving along Van Winkle which was under construction and down to one lane.  I was behind a big rig and we were going about 15 mph.  Finally, we passed the construction zone and it opened back up to two lanes.  As soon as it did, I got into the left lane and increased  my speed.  Well, the Big Rig found himself behind another large truck and decided he wanted to move over too.  I was almost past him when he began to move over.  He could clearly see me.  How does that sticker go?  "If you can't see my mirror then I can't see you."  Well I could definitely see his mirror.  I quickly sped up so as not to be pushed off the road.  Apparently this was the wrong thing to do.  When we got to the stop light he leaned out his window and began cussing me out and giving me the finger.  I just put my hands up and shrugged my shoulders at him.  Apparently again the wrong thing to do.  As I waited to turn left at the next light, I was startled as something hit my car and brown liquid began to run down the window.  By the time I realized what had happened, he had driven away and I was too late at getting his license plate.  He threw his coffee at my car!   Seriously?  What has this world come to?

Youth Conference

Last weekend Tom and I got away. . . to Youth Conference. I serve in the Young Womens and Tom serves in the Young Mens (which means all his vacation days are spent at camps this summer).Frisbee football and swimming kept us active and Missionary Fear Factor kept us on our toes. We had missionaries that served in different missions come talk about the culture and share a typical dessert from their country. As many of you returned missionaries can commiserate, many times on your mission, out of respect, you have to eat dishes that aren't exactly appetizing. This is what our "missionaries" had to eat:

Chicken Feet and Cow Tongue
Among other things, they also had to stick their hands in a bag full of crickets and sample baby food blindfolded (it was peas). Frisbee Football, Swimming, Speed Tournaments, hiking, and for me, cooking the food, kept us very busy.

Tom won over the hearts of many because, according to him, he lives in Neverland and never grew up. Girls and boys alike fought for his attention, while I slaved away with the meals.  Do I sound bitter? Overall, it was a huge success and it was fun to be up there together. Oh, by the way, my mom watched Porter.

6 Months, 2 Teeth, and Still Not Rolling Over

The six month mark has come and gone.  It's incredible how time flies.  But even more, it is incredible how big our little boy has grown in these past six months.  I don't even remember Porter even being remotely small.  As seen in the picture, one of Porter's greatest accomplishments so far is growing those two lovely bottom teeth.  On my top list of great things babies learn, Porter has mastered sitting up and can even entertain himself.

As of late, Porter has developed a TEMPER.  Now I see he is his mother's son.  Just a warning to all those who have fallen under his cute baby spell, do not take away his toys!  Tub time is the worst.  When it is time to get out, we put his toys away and he is outraged.  He yells and cries until he gets his way.  Who knew a six month old could have such ANGER?  

There is one thing Porter seems to not be interested in, rolling over.  He has done it once, which I guess is good enough for him because he refuses to do it.  We put him on his back and he is content just playing there.  We roll him over and he stays put.  On the upside, it is pretty easy to keep track of the little guy cause he isn't going anywhere.