photo by the super-talented Alisha Lacey
Porter, this has been the fastest 6 months of my life. I keep calling you my newborn, but newborns don't seal-drag themselves around the house as you do. You are even getting up on all fours and slapping a pace or two before collapsing back into seal position.
You love taking baths with you brothers. You start lunging and kicking your feet as soon as we enter a bathroom with a filling tub.
You are a terrible sleeper. I am so weary.
You are a terrific eater, though, and if I had to choose, I will take eating over sleeping any day. You like to sit in your chair and pick up noodles or smashed veggies and feed yourself.
Your favorite song is Adel Weiss. I have tried out so many, but that is the only one that settles you.
The pitch of your cry has actually driven me to the doctor for prescription-level headache medication. Even four advil can't touch what you do to my brain. Sometimes I feel that I have given birth to a baby ring wraith.
You love to rub noses. You are also very ticklish.
You really adore Andrew. Sometimes he will be what I deem rather rough with you, but when I move to reprimand Andrew and put a stop to the violence, I find that you are laughing and smiling.
You hate riding in your carseat. You never ever fall asleep in there. I avoid driving when possible.
You love to be upside down (an Andrew trait). When you cry or fuss, sometimes the only solution is upside-down pineapples.
Aside from the seal-drag, which is a distinct Will trait, you remind me a lot of Andrew and make his babyhood seem so recent.
Even if you wake up every hour and demand that you eventually make your final resting spot in our bed, nestling your head right up into the small of daddy's back and forcing me to sleep in an L-shape in the lower quadrant of the bed (actually quite comfortable), you have our whole family totally charmed. I guess our sleeping conditions demonstrated how wrapped we are around that tiny, puffy, cream-white finger of yours.
Please stay tiny.