Fletcher Augustus DeRouen

A diary for our son, by Joe and Andrea DeRouen

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

I'm writing this on December 23rd, which, coincidently enough, is not only the day before the day before Christmas but also Fletcher's 26th month of life. Okay, so maybe there's not that much coincidence inherent in that statement, but you take 'em where you can find 'em.

Fletcher doesn't quite get the whole Christmas thing, but he enjoyed helping me decorate the tree, likes the music, and I think he'll enjoy unwrapping his presents on the 25th.

The annual trip to see Santa (see front of web page) went well, though I think Fletcher enjoyed meeting Ronald McDonald (see December photos) just a little bit more the day before. A sign of our times, to be sure.

As always, Fletcher is the light of my life and the joy in my soul. It's fascinating to watch as he learns more and more new words each and every day. I suppose, in watching him grow up, I grow up a little with him along the way. He's a wonderful little boy and worth everything in the world to Andee and me.

.: posted by Joe 8:20 PM

Monday, December 01, 2003

Fletcher is now 25 months old and such a monkey. He is so busy trying to go out on the patio or into the refrigerator. At night he wants to "see stars," which he adamantly insists on as soon as it's dark outside.

He is talking more and more. He wants to see kitties and dogs. He wants to eat yogurt and digs in the frig for it. For some reason, he calls yogurt "beebees." I'm not sure where he gets it but now I know what it means.

I'm not sure he will understand the whole Santa thing this year, but I know he will love opening presents.