His book bag is almost as big as he is, but he wears it proudly. When I pick him up he's always in the sandbox playing with his friend, Beck. Apparently, they are inseparable all day. Ms. Cathy, his teacher, says he is busy, but a wonderful listener. She frequently finds him playing in the sink, and he tells her "Fetch wash hans". We didn't really give him an easy name to say, did we?
Busy doesn't even begin to describe him. The bath is the only place I can get a good picture because he's constantly moving everywhere else. And when I look at that chipped tooth, I fear I am in for many years of busy.
It's alright though, he's still very sweet. He hugged me last week and said, "I wuv you mummy". The sweetest words I've ever heard!
He has a bit of a stubborn and impatient streak...and I can't image where that came from. He can count to ten, but apparently 7 and 8 are interchangeable and sometimes unnecessary. We are working on the alphabet, and he can get to G (but he skips E). When I try to help him, he yells "Mummy, sop!". Hopefully, we can get past this when he needs help with homework.
He loves to help Daddy with anything, so when Mark decide to touch up the walls Fletcher had to get his own roller to help. Most of the marks where his doing, so it was the least he could do. I think he "painted" every wall in the house.
He was so focused, I could barely get him to break for lunch. I hope he keeps that work ethic forever.
