April Crawling

Tate's surprising us with his antics: he now points with a finger, pushes his high chair around the living room, and can understand "no," "mama" and "dada" (though he gets us confused...I say 'dada' and he looks for mommy coming up the stairs!), and he seems to like Cheerios already semi-soggy with milk.
He can stand, sometimes, without the assistance of a hand on a chair or a table, until he realizes he's standing without assistance, and then...plunk to the floor.

Yay for Spring!

Auntie Liz's T-Shirt Fits Now

Dear Auntie Liz,

I wanted you to know that the shirt you gave me fits me now.


I miss seeing you and pulling on your red hair. Come to Reno soon. I'll show you all seven of my teeth, and maybe even smile for you, and dad can show you the print you gave him and mommy to hang in the house. It might even be framed by summer, if daddy can get his act together and take it to Turkey.


I hope you like RISD this spring.

Love,
Tate

10 Months Old!

Auntie came to visit!

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.