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Tater Had a Birthday

January 19, 2012/0 Comments/in Photos, Tate /by Megan

About a million years ago, right before Christmas, my little guy turned one and we threw him a birthday party. Since we are a home of many, many holiday birthdays, I was told to make it as special and birthday-ish as possible. So we covered the Christmas tree in blue balloons, decorated the entire place with aqua paper lanterns and ate lots and lots of cupcakes. While Tate was particularly impressed with the lit paper lanterns, I sort of think he was more interested in the cake.

That boy ate so much cake, I thought he was going to vomit all over his presents. The boy can hold some cake though, and all we had to deal with was a blow out diaper the next morning. Well, Trent had to deal with it, I was at work. (Ha.)

The party was quite well attended by our friends and family, and a full kitchen of people sang to Mr. Tate and watched him open his gifts. He was as spoiled as ever. We even set up a livestream so our many family members and friends throughout the world could watch the party from their homes. Or my sister’s kids could watch the party (which was going on upstairs in person) from my computer. Nerds.

All in all, it was a good day. I think what I’m learning as I progress as a parent is everything doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be special. Lucy’s first birthday was beautiful, but it was stressful and taxing and I ended up drunk for most of it since I didn’t have time to eat! This time around I really took the time to enjoy Tate and our families that joined us to celebrate our little dude. And let’s face it, I still got a little tipsy. Moms rule.

Merry Everything!

December 23, 2011/1 Comment/in Fun, Lucy, Photos, Tate, Trent /by Megan

Merry everything, from all of us over at Crazybananas! We hope your holiday is filled with fun and happiness and s’mores, like ours will surely be.

{The Crazybananas Christmas Card, 2011}

12 Months aka 1 Whole Year

December 20, 2011/0 Comments/in Happiness, Tate /by Megan

Dear Tate,

Today you are 1 year old. 12 months. A WHOLE YEAR! This news is both exciting and sad for me, as while I’m thrilled you are thriving and lovely, I’m also a bit nostalgic for the past year. You see, it seems that many people are getting busy around St. Patrick’s Day, because every person I know is having a baby right now. All of them. And the ones that aren’t? Well, they are announcing their pregnancies on Facebook. It’s a baby boom around here, and every single birth announcement or newborn photo reminds me of where I was one year ago today.

A year ago I was a mother of one perfect little girl. A year ago I hadn’t slept more than an hour at a time in weeks. A year ago I had no pants that fit. A year ago I fretted and worried and worried and fretted about how your addition to our little family would affect us all. After all, three is the magic number, right? What would four mean for us?

Well, so far, it’s meant giggles and slobber and stinky diapers and early mornings and late nights and sore boobs and freezers full of breastmilk and first steps and first words and little teeth and loud screams and belly laughs and more slobber. So far, four has completed our family square (or family rectangle, depends on how you look at it). We were happy before December 20, 2010. Our hearts were full and our lives were wonderful. But now, today, on December 20, 2011, I can tell you, my dear son, our hearts had no idea what was coming.

I could go on and on about your changes this past month, but nothing I could say would fully describe you and who you are becoming. You are loud, happy and full of life. You are the only other person in this family who wakes up in the morning ready to go. Your sister and father yell at their alarms and beg for more sleep, while you and I eat breakfast together. You are one of the few people on the planet that laughs at my jokes, a trait that will serve you well during this gift giving season.

Back when you were just a little shrimp in my tummy, your father and I debated on a name for you. As always, we had approximately one million girl names at the ready, but boy names eluded us. I loved the name Charlie, but we didn’t want the Charlie Brown and Lucy references to follow you and your sister around for eternity. But in the last month, you have shown me that you are the embodiment of another one of Charles Schultz’s characters…Linus. You see, somehow you found your father’s old blanket from when he was a baby, and that is now your favorite thing. Your face lights up when you see that blanket. You run to it, like a long lost love, then cuddle with it, screaming in happiness. Finally, you throw it on the floor and roll all over it, soaking up every drop of its goodness. You’re a weirdo, Tate, but it’s pretty adorable. And now I’m mom to Linus and Lucy. Cue the music.

I love you, Tate. So, so much. Thank you for completing my family. Thank you for making us whole. We can’t wait for a hundred more birthdays with you.

Love,
Mama

11 Months: Postscript

November 22, 2011/0 Comments/in Tate /by Megan

11 Months

November 20, 2011/0 Comments/in Tate /by Megan

Dear Tate,

Today you are 11 months old. Which means that next month you will have your first birthday. Which in turn means I will possibly spend the next month as a puddle of nostalgic tears. Don’t mind me, Tate, I’ll just be bawling in the corner. Mama be cray-zeee!!!

This month has been a challenging one for us, little dude. I know I go on and on (and on and on) on here about how mellow and lovely you are, but this month, you were kind of the opposite. I mean, yes, in comparison to our other offspring, you are still quite mellow, but that’s not saying much. I don’t know of many people that are more frantic than your sister. But this month you started to get a little more pissy about, well, everything. I have a feeling it has to do with the stage you’re at more than anything else. You can finally walk, but you want to run. You’ve started to talk, but the few words you know don’t seem to be enough to express what you want. So, instead, you cry. You wail. You throw yourself on the floor.

And I laugh. Because I’m sort of evil, but also because there isn’t anything more hilarious than a baby (toddler?!) that is taking himself way too seriously. I love you, but I can’t help it. Someday I’m sure I’ll feel awful about this and have to pay for years of therapy because of the guilt.

You’re starting to show your true colors, little man, and it’s amazing watching your personality grow. Every day you wake up full of wonder and you learn so much every second. I remember these next few months as being some my favorites with your sister. Yes, they were probably the most challenging too, but when I look back at videos of her at this age, I remember how it felt to watch a person become themselves, right before my eyes.

So even though I’m sad you are growing up, I am excited to learn about you. What you like, what your favorite color is, what songs make you dance and sing. Let’s do this, little dude.

Love always,
Mama

*The two photos in the middle are by Nicole Coleman. The rest are by me. I think it’s pretty obvious who’s the pro here!*

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