Tough Tate

This kid is funny. I mean if looks could kill, I certainly would not be writing this right now. I try to pick out attributes of his that are like Andrew's and like mine. But Tate is definitely his own creature. Sure, I notice when he smiles, our eyes are similar. When he gets mad, well, that's Andrew. But he has numerous characteristics that I have no idea where they came from. Tate stands his own with Toby and is Mr. Independent during the day when hanging out with his big brother and me. When Andrew comes home from work, however, all bets are off. Tate turns into a sap and so does his dad. No matter what he is doing, he will stop playing and run to Andrew and jump in his arms. He then puts his head on his shoulder where he will remain for the duration of about 5 minutes...this is EVERYDAY! I never get snuggle time with him like that so I have to saturate my 3 year old with squeezes. Andrew says I am making him into a wimp but I think he is wrong. I'm just showing him that it is ok to love your mama!

I will say that every once in a while (maybe it coincides with a full moon or something), Tate lets me grab him and kiss him. Oh, how I live for those moments. Come to think of it, that is probably why he doesn't let me do it very often...I squeeze too hard and never want to let him go. I'll keep working on him, though. I'll turn him into a lover if it's the last thing I do. Love you, my Tater-Tot!