check up

He's 33 inches and 24 pounds -- the biggest swing upward in a while! Now into the 25th percentile for weight. Well done, chunky monkey! Two shots later, he got his revenge by hiding half of the doctor things he could get his hands on. Good luck finding your crap, medical personnel. Maybe you should lock those drawers?

18 months old

Happy 18 months, kiddo.

He's always known what he wants. But now he'll throw epic tantrums if we don't genuflect to King Fletcher, Almighty Ruler of Schultz Land.

He moves constantly, climbs everything, runs long distances in an irresistible prance, is getting even more teeth (will have 16 by Christmas), loves pasta and pizza more than any other foods, refuses to subject himself to diaper changes unless he's given an extra special "toy" (must be new with every diaper changing... we're running out of ideas here...), sleeps indefinitely if you don't wake him up, loves being outside, and says "dada" and "momom." We're working on other words too.

two of a kind

Autumn photos

This morning, Fletcher brought me some of his diapers. I asked him to put them back. He did. It blew me away, only because I have a hard time remembering that he understands us, at least sometimes. He may not be talking (except for some mama's and dada's), but he does communicate when he's in the mood.

 

While I did take a break from posting here, we did not take a break from photography. Lot's of autumn photos ahead...

Now that's a leaf pile!

Running free at Grandma and Grandpa's

First Spotted Cow.

I like our new refrigerator.

Cheeeeese

Making Friends With Bella

My Little Pumpkin

The First Snow