I just couldn't let this month pass without saying a little something about my precious boy. My sweet, little Rolly Polly baby is 6 months old. I still feel like he is the smallest, newest person in the world until I actually see a newborn and then realize how big he's gotten. I personally feel that Tate is just about the cutest thing since sliced bread. He has two little bottom teeth that make me want to eat him up when he smiles. I think Knute and Ellie would agree that he's the most handsome baby to ever walk (or roll) this planet.
He adores his big sister. She is extremely sweet and nurturing to him. She always lets me know when he wakes up from a nap, and then goes into his room to stand at his crib and talk to him. His eyes follow her wherever she goes. He likes to watch her eat, watch her play, and take a bath with her. I think he kind of worships the ground she walks on. Sometimes it makes me sad because my brother was the same way when we were growing up and I was sometimes mean to him. Ellie is never mean to him (for now). The only problem is that she calls his toys "hers" and says that she will "share them with him." That's obviously going to change one of these days.
He likes to eat. A lot. Prunes are his favorite and I can't shovel it into his mouth fast enough. Gross. If only he knew how good an ice cream sandwich tasted...
We don't have a Dr's appointment until Friday, so I don't know his stats. Knute likes to use words like huge, tank, and bruiser to describe him. He is definitely on the bigger side, but I think Knute likes to inflate things a bit. It must be a guy thing. Whatever...
He is a total Momma's boy (and always will be). Good thing, because it's my turn.
Thanks for blessing our lives little Tater Tot. We love you to the moon and back!
