Super P & Princess Clam Boobies

So you already had a preview of Stella’s confection of a costume, however you’ll notice I didn’t make much to do about Porter’s selection for this year. And if you guess that it’s because he would have nothing to do with THE COSUME HE SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED then you’d be absolutely correct. While Stella was busy wallowing in the glamorous sparkle of her costume, Porter was standing on the other side of the table looking at his spiderman-with-a-cape ensemble as though we were suggesting he dress up as a turnip. Un-uh. The less seasoned Natalie would have been begging and cajoling him to wear the get-up. The Natalie who has been around the block with this a time or two simply shrugged and walked away. Lesson learned: the most unsuccessful way to get Porter to do ANYTHING is to ask him to do it. Better to let him come around to this one one his own.

I have struggled with this a lot with Porter – the epic power struggles. Then, in a momentary vision of clarity, I realized that there are two realities I am stuck between. Pushing Porter to conform to the role I want him to be, or allowing and embracing the role that he chooses for himself. I first realized this with his haircuts – as in the ones he refuses to get. Picture day at his school was approaching and the inclination to force a haircut for the good of the photo began to take over the household. Somewhere in the middle of one of those meltdowns in the middle of the salon, it occurred to me – these pictures are supposed to capture our kids to remember them at that exact point in their life. Why would I want to sanitize the memory by eliminating the pieces and parts that really represent who he is at two and a half years old? A cute little blondie would rather eat glass than get a professional haircut, has reduced his entire wardrobe down to three shirts and two pairs of “working pants”, refuses to wear shoes, and recently insisted that I rub off the pizza-gobblin tattoo and re-apply a new one on the top of his forearm. Almost all of which are fully represented in this year’s school picture. Oh, and there is also the part where he wouldn’t sit for a picture by himself, so Porter’s school picture includes his big sister.

All of this to explain that when you look through these pictures and see Porter wearing street clothes and a pair of swim sandals along with a red and blue silk cape you’ll know why we couldn’t have imagined a more successful Halloween. And not to brag, but guess who actually walked and spoke to people as well? Photographic evidence to follow.

stella and porter
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The Great Debate: To Swing or To Slide

There was a time, back in the day, that Stella and I would walk to the park in our old neighborhood and I would spend the entire time pushing her on the swing. We are talking 45 minutes straight. I even figured out a way to incorporate an abdominal muscle workout timed to the rhythm of each push.

Enter Porter. He won’t be caught dead on a swing – and by the sound he makes each time I try to put him on one, you’d think I was trying to inflict Death by Swing. No, Porter is a slider – not to be confused with a miniature hamburger. Although sometimes I wonder….oh, nevermind.

One of the first orders of business once we moved in at 111 was to put that overgrown apple tree to use and install a couple of swings – knowing that at least there would be three of us who would use them.

So guess who went and grabbed her camera when just one short year later he not only put his padded little butt on those wood planks, but let his sister show him how to do it right proper – which naturally included the spin-till-your-brains-ooze-out-of-your-ears trick she is so proud of.

porter and stella

porter and stella

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