So this is only about half a month late, but who’s counting? It has been a little crazy around here, but I think my tardiness in posting is really a subliminal act of denial that my little baby is 11 months old. Which means…he’s almost 1 year old! I just can’t believe it. Seriously, how has it gone so fast? Anyway, on to a recap of the last month.
Tate continues to bring us so much joy. That may sound like such a cliché, but it is true. If Wade and I are both home when Tate wakes up from a nap, we usually both jump pretty quickly to be the one to go get him. Most of the time, he wakes up so happy and has one of those smiles that lights up his entire face. I love it!
One of the biggest challenges this month is with food. As I said before, he has quickly come to the conclusion that he is now too big for baby food. I guess we’ve got an independent type on our hands, as he has decided he must feed himself all food. That is except for yogurt. He is still coo-coo crazy for his yogurt. But pretty much everything else must be something he can feed himself. That has put me in quite the bind considering I don’t like to cook, and it’s often a battle of wills as he changes what he likes just about every day. So we’re just learning as we go. His current favorite foods are peas, turkey dogs, cheese, bread, black beans, bananas, raisins, and good ol’ macaroni and cheese.
And of course, this past month was full of Halloween fun.
As far as his physical therapy, we are actually going to go to two sessions a week. The therapist said he’s showing some signs of improvement and is tolerating it, so we might as well tackle it head on. When I get bummed out about it, it's because I don’t want him to miss out on anything, and I know he can get really frustrated. At our Gymboree class each week, I have to work real hard at not comparing him to the other kids that are crawling and walking all over the place. But, he’s working so hard and every little improvement here and there makes me so proud!
Although he’s still not standing or crawling yet, the kid can still get around. He is a master roller, which usually lands him in some strange places.
He continues to amaze us with the sound level that can come from such a little person. If he is happy, you (and all of the neighbors) will know it. Some may think that loud, screeching noise bellowing out of his mouth is because he is upset. Nope. That means he’s happy. And he’s happy a lot, so we hear that a lot. Guess the origin of his name that means “he who talks too much” may be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Oh well, we still love it…ear plugs and all.
He has said Momma quite a few times now. Although, I’ve noticed the only times he really says it is when he is upset or tired. Not sure what to think about that. He seems to understand a little more, but he is still mainly speaking “Tateish.” It’s pretty hilarious when he picks up a book, puts it in front of his face, and starts jabbering away like he’s reading the book himself. We have yet to figure out the translation.
And finally, Tate has made it to his third state. We went for a weekend trip to visit our friends Bert, Paige, and Anna in Little Rock. It was gorgeous, and Tate handled the 5+ hour drive surprisingly well. Here we are at the Old Mill.
It’s so hard to believe he’s been with us for almost an entire year. Now, we can’t even imagine life without him.
Tate continues to bring us so much joy. That may sound like such a cliché, but it is true. If Wade and I are both home when Tate wakes up from a nap, we usually both jump pretty quickly to be the one to go get him. Most of the time, he wakes up so happy and has one of those smiles that lights up his entire face. I love it!
One of the biggest challenges this month is with food. As I said before, he has quickly come to the conclusion that he is now too big for baby food. I guess we’ve got an independent type on our hands, as he has decided he must feed himself all food. That is except for yogurt. He is still coo-coo crazy for his yogurt. But pretty much everything else must be something he can feed himself. That has put me in quite the bind considering I don’t like to cook, and it’s often a battle of wills as he changes what he likes just about every day. So we’re just learning as we go. His current favorite foods are peas, turkey dogs, cheese, bread, black beans, bananas, raisins, and good ol’ macaroni and cheese.
And of course, this past month was full of Halloween fun.
As far as his physical therapy, we are actually going to go to two sessions a week. The therapist said he’s showing some signs of improvement and is tolerating it, so we might as well tackle it head on. When I get bummed out about it, it's because I don’t want him to miss out on anything, and I know he can get really frustrated. At our Gymboree class each week, I have to work real hard at not comparing him to the other kids that are crawling and walking all over the place. But, he’s working so hard and every little improvement here and there makes me so proud!
Although he’s still not standing or crawling yet, the kid can still get around. He is a master roller, which usually lands him in some strange places.
He continues to amaze us with the sound level that can come from such a little person. If he is happy, you (and all of the neighbors) will know it. Some may think that loud, screeching noise bellowing out of his mouth is because he is upset. Nope. That means he’s happy. And he’s happy a lot, so we hear that a lot. Guess the origin of his name that means “he who talks too much” may be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Oh well, we still love it…ear plugs and all.
He has said Momma quite a few times now. Although, I’ve noticed the only times he really says it is when he is upset or tired. Not sure what to think about that. He seems to understand a little more, but he is still mainly speaking “Tateish.” It’s pretty hilarious when he picks up a book, puts it in front of his face, and starts jabbering away like he’s reading the book himself. We have yet to figure out the translation.
And finally, Tate has made it to his third state. We went for a weekend trip to visit our friends Bert, Paige, and Anna in Little Rock. It was gorgeous, and Tate handled the 5+ hour drive surprisingly well. Here we are at the Old Mill.
It’s so hard to believe he’s been with us for almost an entire year. Now, we can’t even imagine life without him.
