Social butterfly. First off, butterfly is too feminine a term for my rough-and-tumble little guy. And, since the nickname is "Fletcher Bean", Fletcher is a social...bean. We took Fletch over to some friends' house on Sunday, for some groovy fajitas and cool company. Fletch loved it! We had the foresight to bring his bouncey, because frankly, that kid is getting H-E-A-V-Y and I could not imagine holding him for 2 hours. (Hey, YOU go find a 20-lb weight and hold it for 2 hours, then come back and tell me how your forearm and shoulder feel there, sport.)
Our friend L- took off one of Fletch's socks and tickled his feet, which Fletch LOVED. He laughed and laughed, and this was the first time anyone outside of the immediate family unit witnessed his famous belly laugh. He was really good, sitting quietly and playing with his toys while Mommy and Daddy talked with their friends and made new ones.
L-, T- : thanks for having us over. We're glad you got to see Fletch. It had been too long! And he changes so fast!
Fletch has more visitors scheduled this week. Pretty soon, I think we are going to have to hire a personal assistant for him.
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