tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62445764996248989962024-03-13T06:06:07.531-07:00TateSpaceBrennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04177178792621340014noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244576499624898996.post-85774586420242160652012-07-13T06:29:00.001-07:002012-07-13T06:30:19.115-07:00Beach Pics 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The lag in updates on our precious boy is due to a recent move. We finally drifted back in the DC direction from Ohio--three years of Bruce commuting caught up with us, and with T's baby brother on the way it seemed the right time to make our way back to the city. So here we are, happily setting up house in a new neighborhood in Maryland just outside of the city. We're less than 2 miles from DC, but in a neighborhood surrounded by trees and parks and a creek and great walking/jogging/biking paths. Doesn't get much better than that!
In the midst of the move, we managed to squeeze in our annual trip to the beach with Chooch and cousins.
Some highlights from June:
As one of my friends said when she saw this picture, "He's a BOY!" Yep, a real boy. Not a baby any longer. Sniff sniff.
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And one family photo, showing the bump:
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If he's on time, Tatum's baby brother will be here in less than ONE MONTH! We're all getting very, very excited for his arrival.
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Tatum on Easter morning, excited because his bunny pancake has raisins for eyes. <br />
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Not terribly successful getting all the cousins in one pic, but we tried! Tatum's little cousins were simply adorable, as always. <br />
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The egg hunt at CeCe and Gramps' house was so much fun!<br />
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First snack-time (notice Paige with her "prayer hands" all folded and ready, as Tatum remains oblivious).<br />
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Then the kiddos headed out into the hallway for songs while the mommies hid the eggs throughout the classroom.<br />
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Tatum and Paige sit down to enjoy a few treats from inside their eggs. <br />
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More Easter fun to come as we have egg hunts at CeCe and Gramps' house next weekend! <br />
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Tatum at 27 months is just SO MUCH FUN. He's talking up a storm, using full sentences and even cracking jokes. He spins these little scenarios in his head and tells us all about them: "There's a cow sniffing mommy. Now the cow's chasing mommy! Now there's a giant RACCOON chasing Mommy and Daddy!" To which we must scream and run away, of course. <br />
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He loves playing outside in his fort, which he asks mommy and daddy to draw cars on with chalk to the point where every conceivable inch of surface has been covered with car drawings! He challenges us too, asking for tow trucks and cement mixers and mouse cars (I think this one is thanks to Richard Scarry's "Cars and Trucks and Things that GO"--currently T's favorite book by a landslide).<br />
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He's getting so big. Using the big boy swings by himself (with very close supervision, of course) and venturing off on his own more and more often. I'll be putting together dinner in the kitchen when suddenly I'll realize that he's headed upstairs on his own and is happily up in his room playing with his cars. This growing independence couldn't come at a better time, as T prepares to become a big brother this summer! (I'm going to go ahead and assume that anyone who checks in over here already knows that big and amazing news... :) ).<br />
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Now if we could just get Tatum back on track during the nightime hours. He's recently begun crying and crying in the middle of the night, calling out "Mommy will come get you! Tatum wants to sleep in Mommy's bed!" We're guessing this stems from the night he was very sick several weeks ago (he threw up 7 or 8 time in one night, poor kiddo!) and I had him in our bed with us so that we could take care of him. Ever since, he's developed an obsession with "mommy's bed" and wants to be there every.single.night. It breaks my heart to hear him so upset and crying out for me to come get him, but after doing this several times resulted in hours of missed sleep for everyone, I realized I can't give in to it every time. We're trying to break the habit, but during a recent night of thunderstorms I let him join me in bed. Not a good night's sleep, to be sure, but worth it when you get to wake up to this kind of cuteness! <br />
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T has sporadic interest in the potty, mostly as a place to read (love it! His daddy's boy). He's peed once in the potty--to great fanfare and much rejoicing!--but that's it thus far. I'd say we're a little ways off from having major success in the potting training department, but at least he's aware and somewhat curious about it. It certainly provides for some funny photo opps! <br />
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(Speaking of "Cars and Trucks and Things that Go"--as you can see, despite it's unwieldy size T chooses to read it above all other books, even on the potty!)</i> <br />
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(Dig the hospital gown? Our pediatrician just started using them for the kiddos at their appointments. Tatum wasn't so sure how he felt about it.) </i><br />
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Must be the double-fisting of the turkey bacon that's doing the trick! ;)<br />
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<i>My apologies for the poor quality of these pics, I pulled them off the phone. Need to do better about having our camera around! </i><br />
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The wonderfully patient Liam is happy to be used as field for tractors, trucks and all manner of vehicles who need a challenging surface upon which to practice their maneuvers throughout the day. <br />
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Sierra, on the other hand, considers her job to be keeping a careful watch over the boy at bathtime. She takes this very seriously, and if we don't allow her upstairs at bedtime she'll plaster herself to the top step with her nose poking under the gate to monitor the situation as closely as she can. Sweet old girl!<br />
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Tate's request for his birthday cake: a pink dump truck! Don't you just love it? I compromised and did a half-yellow, half-pink dump truck instead. It turned out pretty well! The kiddos were all very enthusiastic about the Oreo "dirt".<br />
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Blowing out the candle with CeCe and cousins!<br />
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Pretty excited about having his first Oreo! He never did eat it...just carried it around for an hour or so as it disintegrated into a mushy pile in his hand. <br />
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Mmmmm. Cake with cousins! What fun!<br />
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Bruce has a cute video of us all singing the birthday song to T on his phone, but since he's on the road I can't download it at the moment. Once he's home, I'll try to remember to get that posted here! Tatum loves watching it. <br />
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More from us us soon~<br />
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Since I assume you all are here for the photos anyway, let's get to it!<br />
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Tatum was (of course) a race car driver for Halloween. <br />
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Wee-Twos class photo with his adorable cousin, "Pinkerbell" in the middle<br />
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One of the pathetically few photos taken with his PawPaw when Gran and PawPaw came to visit from Colorado--PawPaw is also holding Tate's cousin Josh, slightly more willing to sit for a photo than Tatum, it would appear!<br />
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Playing the piano at CeCe and Gramps' house with cousin Lillian, visiting from Virginia<br />
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Another Wee-Twos pic of Tatum and Paige, this time with Thanksgiving treats (a turkey made from an apple and gum drops, so cute!). Sadly, I'm the one taking the pic and not the cute pregnant belly sitting next to the T-man. I WISH!<br />
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Not the greatest of photos, but it's so rare that I'm able to capture a picture of big boy cousin Parker with the little ones that I thought I'd include it. <br />
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I'm guessing T is making some kind of "vrooom vroom" noise with his cars here, what a funny expression! Parker's grin is adorable, though. <br />
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Enjoying CeCe's turkey-pops at Thanksgiving with cousins (another poor phone pic, but since it includes all the "littles" I thought I'd post it)<br />
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Having fun on the train at the zoo<br />
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My little Mister Serious (or, as his daddy puts it, "Who is that International Man of Mystery?")<br />
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And taking various trips to the nearby construction site to admire the trucks <br />
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I'm a sucker for pics of little ones walking with their daddy. The contrast of a big guy with this little person trusting him completely just melts me every time!<br />
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And finally, perusing the ads for trucks and cars in this week's paper over lunch. As I said on FB, this photo makes it frighteningly easy to flash-forward 14 years! (The face paint is of the tomato soup variety, by the way.)<br />
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Whew! That was fall in a nutshell. I hope to do better this Christmas season. Tatum is enthusiastic about everything this year, from tree ornaments to Santa Claus. Makes it all so exciting and fun!<br />
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I constantly forget that Tatum isn't two yet. He sings the alphabet song, he counts the steps as we go downstairs each morning (up to 13!) and his language skills make me smile. (Ahem, brag much mommy?! I can't seem to help myself!) He's currently into asking "What are you doing?" and if he's across the room and I'm having a conversation with Sarah or Bruce, he'll run over and ask, "What are you saying?" His big catch phrase right now is "something else"--I'll be singing him a song and he'll interrupt and ask for "something else," or we'll be eating breakfast and mid-bowl-of-oatmeal, he'll start insisting on "something else!" I hope it's a passing phase. <br />
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He's absolutely OBSESSED with match box and hot wheel cars. He plays with them first thing in the morning and often falls asleep clutching one or two at night. I love hearing the names he comes up with for them: "flame truck, little delivery van, big kahuna, racer race car, shiny tires" etc. There's some construction happening near where we live (a retirement living community) and we walk over to watch the trucks at least once a day. He knows them all: dump truck, forklift, backhoe loader, excavator, bulldozer. Sometimes I hear him repeating the names of the trucks to himself as he falls asleep at night. I foresee a car- or truck-themed 2nd birthday in our future!<br />
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He recently got his first big shiner--a black eye that's been there for over a week now! I can't even say exactly how it happened. I think he may have walked into the corner of our table; I was cleaning out one of the cabinets in the kitchen at the time and didn't see him when it happened. :( <br />
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Isn't this how everyone watches football? <br />
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Helping mommy work. <br />
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(Notice there's a car clutched in his hand in every single picture! Seriously, if we go to the park, he tries to climb the playground equipment while holding a car. Music class? We take a car. Bathtime? Car. OBSESSED! At least it doesn't have to be one specific car or truck--his favorites seem to alternate.)<br />
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We start each class with some play time downstairs at the church. The kids pick between riding in cars, climbing on equipment, playing at the train table, and so on. <br />
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<i>(The age range is actually something like 18 months to 3+, in case you're wondering about the size variation of some of these kiddos! The other little boy in this picture attends with his little brother, and I think he's closer to 4.)</i><br />
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Then the class lines up and heads upstairs for snack and story time. They wash their hands and sit around a table. It's so sweet and grown-up! <br />
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In addition to "school", we've visited a local farm for hayrides, apple picking, and lots of climbing, jumping and exploring. <br />
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There were even "corn boxes" filled with corn instead of sand! So cool.<br />
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It's hard to beat a beautiful fall day on the farm--especially when it's spent with good friends (Stephanie and the beautiful Miss Lucy).<br />
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And you can't beat a giant slide that goes from the top of the hill all the way down to the orchard below!<br />
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Later, pardners.<br />
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Fortunately I have some "before trim" shots to hold me over until it grows out again. :)<br />
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And of course, Tatum is adorable no matter what! Here he is after bath, the night he got his hair cut. <br />
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Last night he was still rolling around his crib around 9 PM or so, and I was watching him on our monitor just because...well, I can't get enough of him! I turned up the volume to hear what he was saying, and it was this: "I like to talk! I like to talk. Talk talk talk." I'm sure he picked up the line from "Hop on Pop" (we like to talk, we like to walk) but in this case it couldn't be more true!<br />
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In addition to his increasingly grown-up vocabulary, T-man has taken up some other habits that remind me eerily of his dad. For instance, reading at the breakfast table:<br />
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I'm not condoning reading at the table (and in fact get on Bruce from time to time to turn off the Blackberry or put down the paper!), but this was pretty darned cute.<br />
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It's just a matter of time before he makes the leap from the Babies R Us insert to front page news. I need to savor these innocent pre-news days while I can!<br />
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<i>PS--I just noticed the resemblance between that top photo of Tate reading and the photo from when he was just a little guy with our dog, Liam, at the very top of the blog. The furrowed brow, the little dimpled chin--so similar! It made me smile. </i><br />
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Gramps was ready to adopt a goat, they were so darn cute and endearing. They look a bit like creatures from a Star Wars movie (remember Jar Jar Binks?) and they are NIBBLY. Pretty much every goat we passed wanted a little taste of Tatum's stroller. I'm sure it's picked up some tasty flavors over the past 20 months: gold fish crackers, milk, and raisins, to name a few favorites! I'm not sure how Tate felt about the goats nibbling on his ride, but I had to snap a few pictures it was so cute.<br />
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At the fair Tatum also experienced his first amusement park ride! A spin on the merry-go-round with CeCe, Cami, Paige and Parker.<br />
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Last weekend, we attended our second "Touch-A-Truck" event. The blaring loud fire engine horns made T-man extra snuggly. He spent a lot of time on Mommy and Daddy's shoulders, not wanting to be set down. <br />
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When his cousins arrived on the scene, though, he perked right up and did some exploring!<br />
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We're so lucky to have our cousins close by. <br />
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Here's a quick update to share some of our latest pics and a few of Tatum's favorite things.<br />
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He's a true nature boy and LOVES to be outside. He helps mommy in the yard all the time, "mowing," watering, and pointing out new flowers. He loves to find secret passages through the bushes and trees, which he calls "sneaking." <br />
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Tatum also loves his trucks, trains, airplanes and cars. He's a vehicle guy, as you can see.<br />
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We're so excited for the Touch-a-Truck event to come to town at the end of the month! We had a fun preview of what it will be like when our town had a "safety night" recently, with police vehicles and fire trucks of all shapes and sizes. Tatum was a bit overwhelmed by it all, which makes me wonder what he'll make of Touch a Truck, which is 10 times the size of safety night!<br />
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We spent a night rocking out to some fun music downtown with our cousins. (Cami is very red in the face because I think she ran in circles to the music for about an hour straight!)<br />
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After music class on Saturdays we've started a little tradition of going to Chik Fil-A, where Tatum likes exploring the play area, including the funhouse mirror!<br />
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We attended our first baseball game as a family and made it through several innings before Tatum was read to head out. Give it another year or so and we may make it through an entire game!<br />
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In general, as always, we've just been keeping it classy. ;)<br />
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Hope everyone else is having a fun summer too!<br />
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Tatum was running all over in his diaper wearing a baseball hat this morning, and the combo just struck me as much too cute not to be captured on camera. I mean really, the time frame for wearing a diaper AND a baseball hat has to be a pretty limited one in a guy's life, right? College and potential frat boy high-jinks aside. <br />
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As with most photo sessions, this one ended with the charging of the photographer by the subject:<br />
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The 4th is Tatum's daddy's favorite holiday, so we'd been hoping that he'd be able to come home for the weekend. Not only did he make it home, but his brother (Tatum's Uncle Marc), Aunt Shannon, and Tate's cousins Abby, Lillian and Josh came too! <br />
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We were so excited to have Tate's cousins and aunt and uncle here. <br />
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<i>All decked out for the 4th in our red, white and blue </i><br />
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Despite the heat, we played and played! <br />
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Tatum's CeCe made the girls these adorable dresses out of t-shirts (she's amazing!), and they loved them! They had such fun twirling and twirling. <br />
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<i>Tatum, where's your belly button?</i> (You can tell from his face that this is a tired boy. It was at least 9 PM and we were waiting for the fireworks to start! Fortunately we watched from the football field, so the kiddos had a great space to run and play while waiting.)<br />
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What do I do with this thing?</i><br />
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<i>Can I eat it?</i><br />
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<i>Oooooh, I'm supposed to THROW it!</i><br />
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<i>Nothing like a little competition to get the kiddos to wolf down whatever's on the plate!</i><br />
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CeCe made some of her famous sugar cookies, and the girls helped her decorate them. Mmmmmmmm!<br />
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<i>Tasty!</i><br />
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We hit the playground several times, filled up the inflatable backyard pool and splashed, turned on the sprinkler, had ice cream at Bidinger's, visited CeCe and Gramps, saw fireworks, ran around the football field, stayed up late, had a big cookout with lots of tasty food, and in general just had exactly the kind of 4th of July weekend you hope to have--a wonderful time with family and friends.<br />
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It was a fun preview of the good times to come in July! Tatum and Joshua are very close in age. T was born on Jan. 10, Josh on Jan. 25. It's a hoot watching them together.<br />
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Tatum to Josh:<i> "Hey, I love remote controls, too!"</i><br />
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Chillin' together on the sweet purple Tinkerbell lounger (can you guess that Josh has older sisters?)<br />
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And finally, a few with the lovely ladies!<br />
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Daddy makes an excellent climbing toy.<br />
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Tatum also says his cousin's names well (and often) and absolutely LOVED spending the week with them. He woke up asking for Pakuh (Parker), MeMe (Cami) and Paych (Paige) and had so much fun digging with them at the beach, running around the condo like a wild man screaming and chasing them, and going on ocean and pool adventures. <br />
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Tatum with his beloved aunt Lauren and cousins<br />
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T-man really enjoyed the pool and was inspired by his cousins to swim--he kept trying to launch himself from our arms and didn't mind at all getting his head wet. He's also learning to kick his legs, so it may not be long before he actually IS able to swim a bit!<br />
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We took a ton of photos and I haven't had time to edit them all (or even look at them all yet!). But I wanted to get a few posted for the enjoyment of T-man's daddy, who's on the road, and his Chooch, who I know will be checking in for updates and some photos from our wonderful week together. <br />
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I'll post more as I'm able to get them edited and uploaded. In the meantime, here's a start!<br />
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Looking like a little male model...<br />
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And on the flip side...that chocolate ice cream sure was yummy! <br />
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Attempted family pic with Chooch...squirmy boy was not particularly cooperative<br />
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The "Chooch and Grandkids" shot was even more challenging, with a 6-year-old who'd rather be playing and the little ones in various stages of disintegration.<br />
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Chooch with his daughters, sons-in-law and grands<br />
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Love T's baby blues in this one!<br />
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We did a lot of this. <br />
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It wouldn't be the beach without some baby-in-the-surf pics!<br />
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Tatum's daddy is on the road again, and requested that I upload photos from his haircut last weekend. (Vague as to whether I meant Tatum or his daddy's haircut--they actually got them at the same time, so it could go either way!)<br />
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These were taken with my phone and aren't great quality, but here goes.<br />
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Tatum wasn't any more enthusiastic about his second haircut than he was with his first. We tried sitting him in mommy's lap, letting him look at a book, hold a comb...the T-man's face turned red and the tears fell. Then a lollipop was introduced, and things improved a bit. As you can see in the last photos, he gripped a comb in one hand and the lollipop (which was coated in hair by the end of his trim, ick!) in the other. <br />
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He seems to have survived!<br />
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The shorter hair makes him look older--but at least he doesn't have hair hanging down in his eyes when he's trying to read or play! And his dada loves the cut because Tatum looks more like him. <br />
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Some cute pics from Gramps and CeCe. The first few are from Easter, the last one is from Parker's 6th (!!!) birthday last weekend. I can't believe Tatum's cousin is 6 years old now. Growing up fast!<br />
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On Saturday, all of the cousins gathered at CeCe and Gramps' house for an Easter egg hunt in the yard and turkey dinner followed by an incredibly delicious carrot cake (my grandma, MeMe's, recipe). Tatum didn't do a great job eating dinner, but he certainly enjoyed dessert, licking all of the cream cheese frosting off of mom's piece of cake!<br />
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Does Tatum fit in well with his Ross uncle and cousins or what? They're sort of a matched set there, Uncle Mike and Paige and the T-man.<br />
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Sunday morning the Easter bunny visited our house, and the T-man tried (and rejected) his first marshmallow bunny. Fortunately Easter candy isn't really his thing yet (unfortunately, that leaves mommy and daddy to either finish it off or exert enough discipline to throw it out!). <br />
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Following church we met up over at the senior Ross household for another Easter dinner (whew!) and more fun with cousins. We tried to get a few photos of everyone together, but it's not the easiest thing to accomplish when cousins range from 16 months to 6 years old. <br />
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These are my best attempts at cousin photos:<br />
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And a few sweet individual pics of the girls and Tatum:<br />
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Now mommy needs to get to the gym to work off all those jellybeans and Easter treats!<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Premades/tatesig2.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Brennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04177178792621340014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244576499624898996.post-89974253269533525812011-04-22T07:12:00.000-07:002011-04-22T07:12:06.176-07:00Channeling ChoochTatum recently started making a funny face every night when we brush teeth after bath. We call it his "brush face," and it reminds me of watching my dad shave when I was little. The way he'd stick his head out -- somehow Tate reminds me of Chooch a bit in this quick video. <br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Premades/tatesig2.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Brennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04177178792621340014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244576499624898996.post-44476204750396343132011-04-20T08:03:00.000-07:002011-04-20T08:03:57.837-07:00What's Tatum up to these days?Well, he's been helping dad in the yard a bit.<br />
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Lounging.<br />
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Reading.<br />
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He's a real cuddler. He loves his doll and will hold her and kiss her so sweetly (just before he throws her down and steps on her head, of course). He still has his special cuddle puppy that he sleeps with every night, and he adores stuffed animals. Such a lover, our little guy!<br />
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We visited my dad when he spent a few days in the hospital recently, and Tate got to bond with his great uncle Mike. It was special seeing them together. (And thankfully Chooch is on the mend!)<br />
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The T-man has decided that he likes baseball hats, and will now willingly puts his hat on (and off...and on...and off) throughout the day.<br />
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His vocabulary has taken off! Every day it's something new. Yesterday he picked up "squirrel" and "purple", and now when he plays with his bath toys each night he tries to say "seahorse" and "octopus"! Amazing to watch his mind clicking away, picking up new information every minute. <br />
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He continues to bewitch people wherever he goes with those huge blue eyes of his, and he makes us all laugh daily. What a goof!<br />
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