The Mystery of Porter-Pot

I am finding many differences in raising girls versus raising a boy.

Girls are emotional. I can deal with that. Dancing is a favorite past time as well as sassing. Watching singing movies always calms them. They like sparkly things, pink things, and heavy, heavy make-up. I get it.

But boys... what can I say about boys? Porter likes to smash things, not because he is upset, but just to watch it crumble. He loves making people scream. He likes his boots that have a velcro strap and he likes buckles (they can entertain him for an hour). No TV, unless Daddy is watching the fishing channel or UFC. Seriously. Puppies rock and flies enthrall him. Plugging anything that fits into the light socket is always a good idea, as is climbing onto anything and everything that could possibly topple over and bang up his head.

He also enjoys biting Piper. Just Piper, no one else but her. And he doesn't do it because he's mad- I could understand it if that was the reason. He smiles and thinks that they are playing, meanwhile Piper is literally covered in bite marks (she is currently sporting 4 such scars).

And he still doesn't talk.

By this age, Adi and Piper could practically talk in full sentances (I have the footage to prove it). But Porter is happy with the following simple sounds: Ow, Oh, No (usually he just shakes his head, though), Lolo (animals), Da, Nana (when something doesn't go his way he calls for my mom), Nae Nae (Adi) and, my favorite, WHOA. He seems to have forgotten how to say Mom.

Here is a sample of my little creature in his natural habitat:

Strange, huh? He is just lucky that he has those adorable dimples or I probably would have pulled all of my hair out in frustration by now ;)