Various snapshots of the Fish from the last week.

A Fisher laugh for you:
What did one fish say to the other?

If you keep your mouth closed you will not get caught.
Good advice for life actually. There is my deep thought for the week.

Fish brought home a prize yellow balloon from a birthday party at Susies. He thought he was pretty cool. Carried it around the house all night.

Our boy. He would not go to bed with Bear. What? No Bear? You can see Bear in the corner of the crib. Usually Fisher must hug Bear in one arm and blankie in his other. However, this night, he insisted- INSISTED- on bringing his football to bed... and he actually cuddled it. Dad cried with pride and joy and dreamt of what this could mean for his lefty, future dreams and aspirations and dollars. Mom cried, too... just for different reasons.

Coloring with Nana Noni. Fisher just stopped by to get his fill and say hello. How excited he was to use a pencil  for the first time. Yeeeessss, a sharp object that leaves marks! Seriously, he did very well and enjoyed it very much.

Fisher and his little cousin Brixton hung out with Nana Noni and Lisa on Friday.

 He was so tired after playing hard all day that he was crashed out when we came to pick him up. He slept through dinner- that never happens! So sweet, our sleeping little boobaloo. Such an angel.  I could nibble those cheeks for always. *notice Bear was there. Whew, he's still a sweet baby. No, this was not a staged shot, either- he's just that cute!

A man after my own heart, the boy does his own dishes. Score!

He pulled  the kitchen chair to sink and started this all on his own- even pushed up his sleeves. Too funny he is! Yikes to the pulling the chair and climbing up, a new trick he finds very useful around the house. All before the age of 2. This is why there is no rest for Mommy & Daddy.

What? I can't stand on a chair and do dishes? I got work to do, Mommy.