...My Mommy and Daddy got Married!
Welcome to the blog of Mister Thatcher Cade Porter. We have so many friends and family members all over the place who I've been flooding with pictures of Thatcher. For their sanity and the sake of their "delete" buttons, I decided to create a blog where we can keep everyone up to date- at YOUR own pace. So here it is... the blog for Thatcher. "Thatch" the journey of his life... now in progress. :)
One family brought their puppy, "Romo". He's a lot bigger than Rudy, so I was a bit intimidated at first, but I warmed up to him.
Lots of Dads came out (since their wives were at the Women's retreat.)
Already checking out some other kid's bike. Can I get one, Dad?
Reese Swinging
Me- being forced against my will to swing!
The birthday girl- Miss Sassy Rylee Grace
Eating Chic Fil A... wonder where that came from?
BALLOONS!!
I was the youngest, so I got to swing at the pinata first. Daddy helped me...

Luke had a turn next

I was checking out the cupcakes DD and Aleesa had while Anna looked on.
The buzzer sound scared Brant. It startled me quite a bit, too.
I did NOT want to go sit with him. I was being a Daddy's boy last night.
I finally warmed up to Brant and remembered him from playing together at McDonalds.
Brant was a lot more friendly than I was.
This is the only picture mom got of us both playing without fighting over toys.
BATH TIME!!!


No rolling fields, no picturesque windmill in the distance, no crickets chirping... but hey- it's our sunset! :)



So sad... it was gone.
For those of you who have never had the amazing privaledge of eating a meal with me, it's become somewhat of a ritual that I must try to lick/eat whatever one tries to clean my face with. Typically it's a wipe, in which case I sometimes get my very own to suck on while my face is getting cleaned. If not, the below occurs. Yes, that's right my friends.
In the end, I win and get to eat the wipe anyways. So satisfying, really. I can stuff one all the way in my mouth. Someone... Quick... Call Guiness!!