is growing so fast, and I hate every minute of it. I mean...can't he just stay my baby forever?
Yesterday he took it out on his shadow when he was mad at me. I couldn't help but laugh it was so hilarious. He was mad because I put his milk in a sippy cup instead of a bottle. He knew even at his very young age that when I was placing those bottles on the top shelf of the cabinet that he would no longer be aloud to use them. Or maybe it was when I told him. But either way he knew. He was mad, and he let his shadow know with a grunt and a smack.
Tate turned 16 months old on Sunday. Two more months till nursery!!! He has 9 teeth, he likes to keep things odd around here. He walks every where now. He loves to where his shoes. He will bring them to me. Then look at me as if to say. Put these on me please.
He mimics sounds and says cute words such as-
- go
- ge-which translates to me.
- aren- for Jaren
- and Daddy
He loves to play with his brothers, and thinks he's just as big as they are.
He makes me laugh every single day.
I love you Tate!
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