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Hi, all! Fletcher here! Last night I scared Mommy, big time. At least I must have cause Mommy used a word she told me I wasn’t allowed to say. Ever. Today, I shall demonstrate how to bounce appropriately. Cause Fletchers are wonderful things.

Oh, yes, Mommy would like to say something: Sorry for the poor quality, folks. We’re working on YCU to show me how to work the real camera and when that happens, you’ll be able to see nosehairs. But for now, my most humble, abject apologies.



{August 28, 2010}   Of fishes and Fletchers

Look at me go! Hi, all. Fletcher here. I made a biiiiiiiiiiig mess in my carseat and britches this morning, so I scored a bath! I like the bath. I might just demand one every day!

Update from Mommy: *reads tag on new bouncy seat* “Never leave child unattended.” But I didn’t! I swear! I’d handed him his bottle, and I was running water in the sink and turned around when he started to cry and he was hanging upside down! With his bottle contents spraying up his nose, which was what caused the crying to begin with! He leaned back in just the right way, I suppose, and suddenly I have a Cirque du Soleil member in my kitchen! Holy shit no one ever told me about this stuff! Ok, Fletcher, sweetheart, could you not give Mommy an acute MI for a few more years? As in, before you do anything, you think about whether Mommy would need a change of britches if she saw you doing it, and if that answer is yes, please don’t do it!!!! I just can’t watch. You will not have a motorcycle, play football, climb very tall things, dose your own medicine, eat grown-up food, be given any sharp implements, be running with scissors, eating crackers in bed…..yes, your mommy is neurotic. I’ll make you a deal, k? You try not to ever do that to Mommy again, and I’ll try to just not watch you do….fill in the blank.



is Fletchers are wonderful things, their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs, they’re bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But the most wonderful things about Fletchers is I’m the only one!

Hi everybody!! Fletcher here! I like my new toy! A lot!! I even like it with an ear infection, which I for sure have this time. The doctor at the mean bad place checked. *sigh* I don’t like ear infections. Mommy said something about a Rosetta Stone for babies, but I don’t know what that is, do you? I’ve been meeting lots of new people! I met a doctor that Mommy works with, I met the wife of one of the other doctors Mommy works with, I’ve met lots of people Mommy works with, and I’ve even met some of Mommy’s patients! Everybody smiles at me. I’m just likeable that way.

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{August 18, 2010}   Ok, so remember this pic?

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Yeah, if you look in the background, you’ll see the open door to our bedroom. Down a looooooong hallway. That’s Fletcher’s room he’s crawling out of, there to the left. Yeah, well, this am, he crawled out of his room, down that looooooong hallway, through that door there in the back, and hung a left at Albuquerque and ended up in my husband’s closet. I assume he was running late for work. We’re buying a jumper swing today, as a means to corralling him, if only for a short while.

Update: Baby Jail
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she can post pics all by herself!! And e-mail them to herself and everything! My son is officially a member of Slytherin house. I’m gonna put one of those little Swiffer pads on his belly and turn him loose!

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{August 2, 2010}   At Jo’s Request!

This is my amazing, wonderful, beautiful boy. Catching rugburn.



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