Upon leaving the polls on Election Day 2012, we found a stray kitten
that refused to come out to be rescued. It wasn't for lack of trying on
Tate's part (it's really too bad we're allergic to kitties). We never could catch that kitten - though with all that empathic yelling, I can't imagine why... - but if we had we
would have named it Barack! ;o)
from Amy B on Vimeo.
...and then 'We' became 'Three'
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
I CAN'T EVEN!
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Tiny Tate
A week from today Tate will be two years old. T-W-O. I'd be in disbelief
if my boy wasn't already doing, saying and BEING so much to remind me
of the fact that he's getting older with each day. I was looking back
this morning at some old videos and came across this one, filmed when
Tate was just 3 months old. Oh, it made me smile! I'm so glad I have
some proof that my larger-than-life son was once this small and
defenseless; I swear I blinked and he was a toddler! A really freaking
amazing one, at that. :o)
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Patty Tate
Friday, July 27, 2012
Wild Animal
This kiddo slays me! "It's Tate Burton!" Poor guy has water-table messed hair and is sucking on his fingers - and making some strange, never-heard-before blowing sound? - due to the beastly second-year molars coming in, and yet I still think he's cute (and smart) as can be. :o)
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
21 month catch-up
It's been a long, long while! I often feel bad about not keeping this blog up, since I like to have it for posterity. Yet every day I spend with my amazing little man, I realize that the memories are collecting in my mind and heart, and that's enough for now.
It's very busy having a toddler to run after; I give a lot of credit to people like my sister who stay home with multiple kids and don't get a break. Being a stay-at-home-mom is by far the best, yet hardest, job I've ever done but I love it even more than I thought I would. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend their days with this little cutie?
At 21 months old, Tate is so bright - he talks a mile a minute,
occasionally using sentences including conjunctions and (proper)
pronouns. When you ask "What's your name?" he responds "Tate Burrr-ton!" with a cute little British accent. He counts to 10 all by himself and can identify quite a few
letters and colors. He's a champ with silverware and can eat a whole thing of yogurt (his favorite along with peanut butter toast, broccoli and strawberries) without making a mess. He has so much energy and never stops moving. Never.
His
favorite
thing is baseball; he likes to play it, watch it and talk about it
nonstop - even in his sleep! He has quite the arm and swing, and never goes anywhere without his baseball and glove. While watching the Tigers a couple weeks
ago, he pointed to the TV and said excitedly, "Dey hit the ball...dey run the bases!" Yes, Tate, yes they do.
Swiiiiing, batter batter! from Amy B on Vimeo.
He
doesn't need a lot of sleep to be awesome (tired mama alert!) and is
very funny, making us laugh all day long at the things he says and does.
Like, when he has a messy diaper, he comes to me and says "I poop,
mama!" and while I'm changing it, he waves his hand in front of his nose and says "Shew-weee!" And then when we go take his (cloth) diaper to the the toilet to spray
it out, he watches me patiently and then flushes the toilet,
waving and yelling "BYE BYE, POOP!" This kid is a trip.
When he wakes up in the morning, he often asks "Where dada go?" with his hands raised in a question, and when he hears the garage door open at the end of the work day, he runs to the door and yells "Yaaaay, dada home!" I love watching Mark and Tate play together - they have such an awesome bond that warms my heart and makes me so excited for what the future holds.
It's very busy having a toddler to run after; I give a lot of credit to people like my sister who stay home with multiple kids and don't get a break. Being a stay-at-home-mom is by far the best, yet hardest, job I've ever done but I love it even more than I thought I would. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend their days with this little cutie?
He gives hugs -complete with pats on the back- and kisses freely, says
"please, thank you, bless you and excuse me" without being prompted, and
will say "I love you, mama!" out of the blue, which always leaves me
gobsmacked and feeling so proud.
When he wakes up in the morning, he often asks "Where dada go?" with his hands raised in a question, and when he hears the garage door open at the end of the work day, he runs to the door and yells "Yaaaay, dada home!" I love watching Mark and Tate play together - they have such an awesome bond that warms my heart and makes me so excited for what the future holds.
It amazes me how wonderful and all-around great our kiddo
is and I feel so beyond lucky that I get to be his mama. I know it's a
mother's job to think their child is the sweetest, smartest and best
thing ever, but really? MINE SO IS. On that note, I'm off to play with
my boy - he's singing "Happy birthday to mama" right now and I don't
want to miss a thing.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Does anyone have any Lemon Pledge?
*clears cobwebs*
It's been awhile, huh? I know, I know...I hate going this long between posts! But I have lots of things in draft form that I'll be posting retrospectively very soon (once I can get time to edit pictures). Turns out having a walking, talking ONE-YEAR-OLD keeps a girl plenty busy. Who knew? ;o)
Stay tuned - I miss you all!
Amy
It's been awhile, huh? I know, I know...I hate going this long between posts! But I have lots of things in draft form that I'll be posting retrospectively very soon (once I can get time to edit pictures). Turns out having a walking, talking ONE-YEAR-OLD keeps a girl plenty busy. Who knew? ;o)
Stay tuned - I miss you all!
Amy
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wait...what?
Um. I'm confused. It seems I have a baby boy who is about to turn one in a week, who is on the verge of walking and driving and dating and going away to college OH MY GAH.
*deep breath*
OK, I'm better now - had to get that out. It's just that, really, did he not enter this crazy world only a month ago? Wasn't it mere weeks ago that he came wailing into my life and amazed me with his loads of awesome? Because I could have sworn that was the case.
Clearly time flies when you have the best little companion EVER. Also? Tate just woke up from his nap. Didn't I just put him down, like, a minute and a half ago?... There goes that freaking time-flying thing again!
*deep breath*
OK, I'm better now - had to get that out. It's just that, really, did he not enter this crazy world only a month ago? Wasn't it mere weeks ago that he came wailing into my life and amazed me with his loads of awesome? Because I could have sworn that was the case.
Clearly time flies when you have the best little companion EVER. Also? Tate just woke up from his nap. Didn't I just put him down, like, a minute and a half ago?... There goes that freaking time-flying thing again!
*Joey Lawrence WHOA* |
Thursday, September 1, 2011
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