
Monday, December 31, 2007
Auntie Caitlin's Christmas Moose Suit
Dear Auntie Caitlin,
Thank you very much for my Christmas moose suit. I really like it a lot, especially the tuque! It fits my head just right, and I like having jammies that are long enough for my legs. My dad has a hard time picking out clothes that fit me properly because he gets hung up on the labels that say "6-9 months." He's just surprised by how big a boy I am at 8 months old.
Thank you for the moose suit, auntie. Hope I get to drool on you soon.
Love,
Tate
Thank you very much for my Christmas moose suit. I really like it a lot, especially the tuque! It fits my head just right, and I like having jammies that are long enough for my legs. My dad has a hard time picking out clothes that fit me properly because he gets hung up on the labels that say "6-9 months." He's just surprised by how big a boy I am at 8 months old.
Thank you for the moose suit, auntie. Hope I get to drool on you soon.
Love,
Tate
Friday, December 7, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
20 Weeks :: One Year Later

Sunday, December 2, 2007
Sounds @ 7 Months are Funny
Tate is now just over seven months old. Can you believe that!? I hardly can. He weighs in excess of 22 pounds, and he's somewhere in the neighborhood of 27 inches long. He has his first "toof," an incisor in his bottom gum, and several others appear to be pushing into place--the primary proof of this are the dark rings under my eyes and Monica's. He's learning how to use his new equipment without hurting Monica while he's nursing, which he seems to have mastered in a few days' time. He's endlessly entertained by dancing--mine, Monica's, ours, Dancing with the Stars--and he loves funny sounds: clicks, raspberries, motorboats, as you can see in this little clip of him from Saturday night...this after he successfully smeared peaches all over his clothing and face, and even managed to swallow some.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Thanksgiving 2007
Thanksgiving 2007 was hosted by Rebecca and Davida and Karin in Los Alamos, California. What fun we had, enjoying the food and wine of the weekend. Great squash soup, turkey dinner for 16, boardwalks across Oso Flaco Lake, and wine tasting at Roblar outside of Los Olivos in Santa Barbara County. We had a great time, no question. Mom, however, had to go to Ohio Friday morning to be with Grandma Ireland--she had successful quadruple bypass surgery Friday. It's of course very worrisome, but so far, it sounds as if the result is positive.
The photos here were taken at Rebecca and Davida's house, and out at Oso Flaco Lake near the Oceano Dunes. Enjoy!
The photos here were taken at Rebecca and Davida's house, and out at Oso Flaco Lake near the Oceano Dunes. Enjoy!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Family in Tacoma + Adventures in Solid Food
So last week, we took Tate to Tacoma, Washington, to the Western Literature Association Conference being held there. I gave a paper about the Japanese immigrant artist Chiura Obata, and dad came to give a paper on the photographer Robert Adams and the poet William Stafford. That made the WLA a family affair, and three generations of Robertson boys were in attendance, along with mom, Caitlin, John, and Monica.
Our hotel room must have had drugs in the sheets, because we slept hard after a couple of hard weeks. Tate found the bed a good practice ground for his first efforts at practicing crawling!

Grandma and Grandpa R. and Aunty Caitlin babysat Tate on Thursday night so that we could go out for dinner on our fourth anniversary--we had a great night out at a cool restaurant called Stanley & Seaforts.
Aunty Caitlin brought Tate a fun outfit (thanks, Aunty!).

We all tooled around in the rental minivan, a.k.a. land yacht. G and G R. rode in the back seats, mostly, to fawn over the grandbaby.


Since we got back, we've been enjoying watching Tate practice crawling. He' s able to do army crawls today, reaching forward for a toy, and dragging along his legs behind him--what fun! He's also had his first bites of food other than mother's milk, children's orajel, and tylenol tonight: rice cereal apparently has a traumatic taste, as these photos indicate...this from a boy who sucks on his own toes for recreation.

Our hotel room must have had drugs in the sheets, because we slept hard after a couple of hard weeks. Tate found the bed a good practice ground for his first efforts at practicing crawling!
Grandma and Grandpa R. and Aunty Caitlin babysat Tate on Thursday night so that we could go out for dinner on our fourth anniversary--we had a great night out at a cool restaurant called Stanley & Seaforts.
We all tooled around in the rental minivan, a.k.a. land yacht. G and G R. rode in the back seats, mostly, to fawn over the grandbaby.
Since we got back, we've been enjoying watching Tate practice crawling. He' s able to do army crawls today, reaching forward for a toy, and dragging along his legs behind him--what fun! He's also had his first bites of food other than mother's milk, children's orajel, and tylenol tonight: rice cereal apparently has a traumatic taste, as these photos indicate...this from a boy who sucks on his own toes for recreation.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Four Smiles + A Frown
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
@ the Great Reno Balloon Races
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Labor Day Weekend 2007
Hi. I'm Tate. I'm going to tell you about my Labor Day weekend with my mom, dad, and Grandma Vicki and Grandpa Brad, and a bunch of other family and friends...

I learned that I like to look at trees a lot. This one was silhouetted against the blue sky Saturday afternoon, and I looked at it for a long time from my vantage point on the lawn...
And mommy was lying next to me, watching the tree blow in the wind. She's pretty, isn't she?
Grandma Vicki was there too...
And Grandpa Brad. I have a hat like his.
This is what Daddy was looking at and enjoying most during our visit...

...Mommy and me!
I learned that I like to look at trees a lot. This one was silhouetted against the blue sky Saturday afternoon, and I looked at it for a long time from my vantage point on the lawn...
...Mommy and me!
Friday, August 31, 2007
@ the 90th Percentile
Tate went for his four-month checkup this week, and these are the resulting statistics:
17 pounds, 12 ounces
27 inches long
This represents an increase of 5 pounds, 12 ounces, and three inches, since June 21, the date of his two-month checkup. This places Tate in the 90th percentile of infants his age--two months ago he was in the 50th percentile. Yay for la leche!What else...As I type this, Tate is grabbing on to my wrist, having learned how to reach for things and grasp them with his increasingly strong fingers. He has also learned to roll over onto his stomach from his back. He's not yet mastered rolling back over onto his back, and he gets frustrated with his little arms, but he's getting stronger every day, and it will only be a matter of time before he's rolling all over the living room floor, I'm sure.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Tate @ Nearly Four Months Old
This weekend, many of my mom's side of the family are gathering for a Pratt family reunion in Middletown, Ohio. Monica and I couldn't be there, but we wanted to be able to show Great Grandma Ireland some moving pictures of Tate...turn the speakers on, sit back, relax, and watch Tate laugh.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Visitors from California

Thursday, July 12, 2007
A Special Gift

Also, Tate has begun laughing at 10 weeks of age. He's been practicing with his diaphragm muscles for a couple of weeks, but for the first time this week he had an honest to goodness laugh at tickles to his second little chin, and funny little sounds his mom and dad make for him now that their sole goal in life is to provoke such sounds and smiles. Great Grandma Robertson will be arriving Saturday to witness it all.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
An American River Trip
Tate had his first trip to the American River yesterday. We drove up and over Luther Pass along the West Fork of the Carson River, along Highway 88, and around Highway 50 past the Angora Fire burn area. Once over the pass, we dropped into the watershed of the North Fork of the American River to get to our friend Ann's cabin. The American River is pretty amazing. Perfectly clear, and cold. It's flowing reasonably well yet, despite the fact that we're in a pretty serious drought year. The forest fire danger is already "extreme" everywhere in the Tahoe Basin. Further to the east 60,000-70,000 acres are on fire near Winnemucca. But July 7, 2007 was a beautiful day in the mountains, bright and warm, with a nice breeze. We had a great time hanging out with friends from the museum, and enjoyed temperatures 10-20 degrees cooler than they are down here in Reno. Tate even kept his sunglasses on! 




Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Sweet Grinning Boy



Friday, June 22, 2007
Aunty Caitlin

Monica and Tate have gone to see some friends in California--her four closest college girlfriends are gathering from all corners of the country to see each other. Three of the four have had new babies in the last year, and two of those babies are the first ones in their respective families. So there are four girls--Monica, Kirsten, Sara, and Shauna--and as it turns out, three baby boys: Tate, Cash, and Henry. There's a fourth boy, too, Bracket, who is Kirsten's older boy--some of you might remember him as the little red-bow-tie-wearing infant from our wedding--but his dad is taking him to Legoland for the weekend. That these girls have maintained such a close tie to one another after ten years is really quite a nice thing to see. They left yesterday morning, and I had the house to myself last night, which was a very strange feeling, let me tell you. After two months of punctuated sleep, it was very strange to wake up in the morning wondering why I had not heard Tate's cries in the night. I'll miss them this weekend, but I'll be waving a stick at the waters of June Lake trying to catch a fish with my friends Josh and Shelly.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Morning Coffee and a Baby Boy
I'm sitting at the table sipping coffee as I write this morning, my son resting in a snugli I'm wearing around my shoulders and chest, and I'm humming to him the theme song from the '80s film Crossing Delancey. He's talking to me and bouncing up and down on his little feet, trying to learn that his feet are his feet, and that his hands are his hands. He frequently swings his arms around and hits himself in the face with his little fist, and then looks as if he's considering who just hit him, and whether or not he should cry. His eyes are growing heavy now, but he's fighting sleep at this moment...one of the ways I know he is my son. I remember very distinctly fighting sleep or Ginger, our childhood babysitter, who wished for Caitlin and I to take our naps. Tate and I have been hanging out together this morning watching the finals of the 2007 French Open, where Raphael Nadal has just defeated Roger Federer in four sets. We're trying to let Monica get a few more winks of sleep this morning.
Tate's also been studying the sculptures of Deborah Butterfield with me, as I prepare to go to work this week and next to be ready for the NMA exhibition of her work, which begins next weekend. It seems fitting that Rags to Riches, the first filly to win the Belmont Stakes in 102 years, secured her win yesterday as Tate and I sat together looking at pictures of sculptures with the names shared with such famous race horses as Rondo and Ferdinand. Seeing such beautiful movement in those wonderful horses changes the way you consider Butterfield's sculpture, I think.
On Monday this week, we had a do-over for Mother's Day--Monica's first Mother's Day had been in the hospital with the boy, so we planned our own. Tate and I celebrated with a fun present for mommy and a drive to Truckee to introduce Tate to our friend Meg, and to have dinner at Jake's on the Lake in Tahoe City. It was a beautiful evening, and we enjoyed stuffed rainbow trout together. We watched the light grow long across Lake Tahoe as it illuminated the sails of a dozen dinghies racing in a regatta in the last of the day's winds.
Tate is thriving, and I now believe that his head could no longer be birthed, it's grown so much. His hands and feet appear larger to me, and he seems longer still than he had been just a week ago. He's now asleep against my chest, breathing rhythmically. Here's a cute shot of Tate and his mommy...
Tate's also been studying the sculptures of Deborah Butterfield with me, as I prepare to go to work this week and next to be ready for the NMA exhibition of her work, which begins next weekend. It seems fitting that Rags to Riches, the first filly to win the Belmont Stakes in 102 years, secured her win yesterday as Tate and I sat together looking at pictures of sculptures with the names shared with such famous race horses as Rondo and Ferdinand. Seeing such beautiful movement in those wonderful horses changes the way you consider Butterfield's sculpture, I think.
On Monday this week, we had a do-over for Mother's Day--Monica's first Mother's Day had been in the hospital with the boy, so we planned our own. Tate and I celebrated with a fun present for mommy and a drive to Truckee to introduce Tate to our friend Meg, and to have dinner at Jake's on the Lake in Tahoe City. It was a beautiful evening, and we enjoyed stuffed rainbow trout together. We watched the light grow long across Lake Tahoe as it illuminated the sails of a dozen dinghies racing in a regatta in the last of the day's winds.
Tate is thriving, and I now believe that his head could no longer be birthed, it's grown so much. His hands and feet appear larger to me, and he seems longer still than he had been just a week ago. He's now asleep against my chest, breathing rhythmically. Here's a cute shot of Tate and his mommy...

Saturday, June 2, 2007
After the Blue Moon

A picture of my boy and me....My dad took the photograph when he and my mom were in town last weekend for the holiday. You can read my dad's account of the visit's meaning at his blog, Blue Wheelbarrow.
A blue moon rose in the late hours of May 31 (on the west coast)--the first one in two-and-a-half years. It feels like a small but special event early in Tate's young life. He is six weeks old today, and all indications are that he's now thriving. I'll need to take him to have his blood tested for bilirubin and liver enzyme levels toward the end of this week, but, thankfully, we won't otherwise have to visit the doctor's office until his healthy baby checkup on June 26.
Many thanks again to everyone for their thoughts and prayers for our little one in recent weeks. Aside from sharing the peace at church, my favorite time in the liturgy is the prayers of the people. There really does seem to be a channeling of energy at the time that the prayers are read, and I find it to be a powerful expression of peoples' faith in action, and to know that so many were thinking of Tate in this time of need feels comforting.
He's learning to control his facial expressions ever-so-slightly now, and we can see what his smiles will look like from time to time now. He's a sweet boy.
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