Friday, May 08, 2009

Our Family
Fletcher is a good helper. He's helping Mommy & Daddy plant our Spring flowers. He also likes to help cook breakfast. He breaks the eggs (more like crushes them) and stirs them in the skillet. He gets the mail and helps with taking the garbage cans down to the street. He also likes to help Mommy with the laundry by putting in the detergent and pushing all the correct buttons to get the load started.

Lately, we've been seeing a lot of ankles and knees. Ankles from the growth and knees from Fletcher being a boy's boy. Fletcher is 46 inches tall and weighs 52lbs (after being 48lbs for over a year!) He wears boy size small and size 2 shoes. He eats a man-sized breakfast each morning - 3 pancakes and 3 sausage patties or 3 eggs and 3 sausage patties or 2 packets of instant oatmeal and a 8oz yogurt -- even with all this, some mornings will ask for more. Scary...


Silly boy... he is just that... We are learning that he's a jokster. Don't be surprised if you find a wash cloth stuffed in his pants or his shirt after his dressed cuz he's "hidden" it there and is waiting patiently for us to discover the LUMP then he laughs! He's a funny kid.

Mommy and my Aunts who all love me to pieces. They also love Mommy and Daddy to pieces and keep a watchful eye over us and make sure Mommy's taking care of herself.

Those Westphal eyebrows are filling in... Sorry Fletcher.... We knew this would happen.

Our handsome little boy... Cheese!

As I sit here and update Fletcher's blog (on the start of Mother's Day weekend), it makes me realize how important being a mother is and how much I miss my own mother who passed away last year around this time. I have continued my life's journey despite my loss and all life's obstacles I have endured over the past year with my cancer and its treatment. I feel fortunate to be here and have mother among my titles. There is no defeat or anger that Fletcher's smile can't dissolve. Sure, I'm still learning, evolving, and there are moments when I'm exhausted and wish I had more free time, but all in all there is no love like the love for a child and I proud to be the mother of Fletcher.

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