Man, all that crawling wipes me out!

















Here I am -- 8 months old, 32 inches and 27lbs. I'm a growing boy!















Hi, Mommy. Remember, I can follow you now...


















I've things to do -- put finger prints and drool and everything.












Ok, how about some normal sunglasses for me!








The sounds in the house now include the patter of Fletcher as he crawls around and lots of clinking and clacking of his toys. We are still adjusting, but it is amazing to see how independent Fletcher is becoming. We are also interjecting a new word into Fletcher's vocabulary -- NO...

Cruising.... energy supplied by Mommy!















Get outta my way cuz here I come!

















Daddy and his little guy...














Surprise, Surprise…

Fletcher’s crawling and pulling himself up keeps Mommy and Daddy on their toes and nervous responding to the occasional fall or the new discoveries of Fletcher’s true physical ability like climbing stairs unassisted or just how fast he can move. Not only did we learn Fletcher can climb stairs, we learned that he was cutting 4 teeth rather than two. The new buds are getting ready to use on our table food which we are learning he prefers over his baby food. I thought I’d never say this, but Fletcher is definitely becoming selective about his food options. He spits out anything he doesn’t like and then he’ll do a few extra spits to make sure he’s gotten the taste out of his mouth. And, he uses this new “technique” if you approach him with ANYTHING he THINKS he may not like whether it is food or not -- he’s like a venomous snake. I thought the drooling was bad… His not eating everything is definitely frustrating and VERY messy. He seems to like the tastier options better. This little guy is full of surprises…