Merry Christmas!

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

Snowy Morning

20 Weeks :: One Year Later

Monica and I went to Sierra Women's Health a year ago today...excited, nervous, filled with anticipation about what we would learn about the little person we now know as Tate Bradley Robertson. He sleeps as I write this, dressed in yellow fleece pajamas, his favorite blanket wrapped around him, another covering him for some extra warmth. He may quite literally have his two front teeth for Christmas, plus as many as about four others. A year ago his ultrasound showed us this little person who appeared to be running in the womb. He continued kicking his legs throughout the pregnancy, pushing on Monica's diaphragm until she fainted at Silver Peak one night. Now I hold him in my arm--he's getting too big for just my hands--and he kicks his little feet together in the very same way we saw him moving his much smaller legs and feet in the ultrasound one year ago. Same nose too.

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.