i'm back. sara's done a bang-up job with this thing for the past few months. but i'm spending a lot of time home alone now so i have no excuse. i made a very regrettable blunder this winter and erased many of our photos from the computer. so luckily we had this blog thing for the sake of posterity. his future devoted minions will be glad there still exist those pics of his crusty umbilical cord. i should update you on some vital stats:
h~30.5 inches
w~23.25 pounds
melon size~49 centimeters
I know, it's so cliche, but there's nothing else like kids wearing their food.
h~30.5 inches
w~23.25 pounds
melon size~49 centimeters
I know, it's so cliche, but there's nothing else like kids wearing their food.
winner, by way of knock-out. the spaghetti sauce was overmatched from the start.
he's not a big fan of his play-pen, but mommy and daddy are.
we should have named him cletus or something
he's got this weird phobia of grass. concrete, asphalt, linoleum, carpet, gravel...but no grass.
1 comment:
awww...he's a child after my own heart!! i very much enjoy wearing my food AND i have a horrible, white-hot, burning hatred for grass...mostly just WET grass, but i'm not a fan overall really....
fletchy is my soul-brothah!!
(and i'm sure i have a cousin named Cletis SOMEWHERE in the woodpile!)
miss your faces!!!
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