I'm a big boy

I'm quickly becoming a big boy. Mom and Dad think I will be walking soon. Maybe I will let them twist in the wind a little while longer. I really like to stand up and watch them get excited thinking I'm about to walk. Then I will just sit down to mess with them. Mom and Dad's days they guessed I would be walking on has come and gone. So, if you have a guess of when I will be walking, just leave it in the comment section. Mom says I'm really close, but Dad has been saying the same thing for about two months now.

Also if you have a chance I now have a Twitter page to follow. You can find it here. http://twitter.com/FletcherSilverss

-Fletcher

Mohawks! Really?

Since Justin's team made it to the Dome, we all had to get Mohawks. This is me and Dad with our Mohawks. I don't know who made this deal, but I know it wasn't me. I can't talk yet, so I pretty sure I was not the one to make this deal. I just know I got roped in. It wasn't all bad for me, I didn't have to get a hair cut for my Mohawk and Dad didn't get fired for getting his.

Here is a photo of the rest of the Mohawk crew. I couldn't talk my Papa into getting one. Dad said it would have been four generations of Mohawks, but he wasn't buying it. I bet there has never been that many generations of Mohawks ever. I'm sure we could have been in some kind of record book.

-Fletcher