Spills, Chills and Thrills

About two months into being parents, Lil and I came to the realization that sometimes you just gotta let the lad cry it out. That's a hard lesson to learn, but we were glad we learned it, and learned it early.

Porter does like to complain about lack of attention, which is something I can relate to. He prefers to be up, facing out to the world, and always bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. He doesn't care whose holding him either. In fact, whoever is holding him, he generally prefers to ignore.

"Yes, good work there, servent. Carry on."

Recently, I'm pretty certain Porter has realized what we're doing. He's a clever kid to begin with (of course he's clever, he's my kid, and that's only where the cleverness starts!), and I think he knows that new parents are supposed to be crazy-tired all the time, and over-concerned about every sniffle, whimper and cough. He's certainly up for fulfilling his duties, and nothing, not a swing-chair he loves to sleep in, or the soft music he likes to sleep to, or the gentle shushing of his parents will deter him.

Which basically means that Porter has been waking up, and by extension waking us up, every hour to two hours to complain about something.

Yeppers, we're on the Porter Roller Coaster of Impending Doom, and this time, there's no Indiana Jones to save our Shankara Stones!