Maybe we need to back off of the Fluffer Nutter nickname--Tate wouldn't touch his birthday cake; apparently he has decided to trim down a bit by walking everyday and adhering to a strict diet. He exhibited some serious self control because this was no run of the mill birthday cake: I made a triple chocolate, sweetened condensed milk infused, double layer cake with one layer of homemade caramel and one layer of vanilla frosting. He didn't want it, which was unfortunate because it just made me want it more.
The day was ordinary enough. Play around the house, a trip to Target, lunch, naps, park, BYU basketball, dinner and cake and presents. I just didn't have it in me to do a one year old party. With Tate's birthday timed right in the middle of Adam's dental boards and my prolonged meltdown over how to move 3000 miles away and the larger issue of what the freak to do with our house...sigh. And yes, I am aware that there is a nuclear meltdown in Japan, people dying in Libya and myriad deaths resulting from recent earthquakes, tsunamis and wars and I should shut my mouth about my stupid house and Adam's test. I am just saying both of us were far more inclined to celebrate our mischievous little munchkin in a more relaxed, mundane fashion.
Which brings me to why I love Tate so much. He is easygoing, relatively anyway for an inherent independent spirit who is inhibited by feet that don't move fast enough and screams that don't communicate well enough. He always has a smile for anyone. He is patient and endearing and sensitive...things that I am still learning to understand since I do not have much experience dealing with that sort of people. (It's been over 6 years since I have lived with anyone like that!) Most of all, he loves and adores me. Worships me really. He wants me to hold him and hug him and play with him--also, a new experience for me. I am so confident that this little boy thinks that I am awesome that some days, nothing else matters. Some days it does, and that is just life. But I love being Tate's mom. He has been so fun to have over this whirlwind year. Tate has brought laughter and lightheartedness to our family. He has made our family more complete than it was. I get such a kick out of watching him explore and topple and get up and do it again. So cheers to Fluffer. Good job being born, we love you and think that you rock.
PS I am sorry if anyone is offended that my boys never have clothes on. That's just how we roll here.
7 comments:
Oh my goodness! I am in love with his chubbiness. I would love for that fat to be on my kids bodies when they were babies! Chunkier...the BETTER and the CUTER. He is adorable. Happy Birthday little guy! Cute family pic by the way!
I can't believe Tate is one!!! I don't envy the things ya'll have to take on in the next little while. Are you going to put your house up for sale? Send your boys over here if you need some time to sort things out. They will fit right in with the nudist colony we too are running : )
Happy Birthday birthday-mate! Sorry I forgot to call. I'll remember next year, when you have no earthly idea who I am. :(
Way to go Ash, you made it a year with two!!!
Lisa
His hair is long, his eyes and eyelashes are incredible, and he looks so different from the last time I saw him. Can't wait to see you in one week!
Happy happy birthday Tate! You are such a sweet little guy and Makenna is lucky to be your little friend :) Glad you had a fun day!
Happy Birthday Tate! I really miss you guys. I am probably the only one excited about you moving to the East coast. Do you guys have skype? If so, let's set up a time and chat.
Tate and Eli look so cute! My little man will be one next month. I am always amazed at how quickly the baby stage goes by!
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