"...let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith..."
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Time to introduce you to Tate...
Tate is my "baby" boy. Kurt will tell you that Tate is definitely a momma's boy--and he will also tell you that I absolutely love that! Tate has a quieter spirit than Jayden. To say that doesn't mean that he's not a "ham"--because he is--but he tends to be more calm (for the most part). Jayden's voice booms while Tate's is sweet and soft. Tate has an infectious smile (another thing I specifically prayed for) that everyone falls in love with and he has the cutest belly laugh that goes right along with it.
Tate has a short attention span but he's 2 1/2 yrs. old so that pretty much explains it. He is busy from one activity to another. He loves playing with balls....soccer balls, basketballs, footballs...he LOVES any kind (even the big red "balls" outside Target!). He was definitely exposed to soccer in Africa because he loves to kick balls, hit them off his head and he even puts the ball between his feet and tries to "jump" it up to himself (sorry, I don't know soccer terms). When we watch him run, it appears that he won't be a track star someday...just sayin'.
Though he has a huge love for playing with balls, he loves food more. He has liked every single thing we have fed him aside from a grapefruit (and I didn't put sugar on it for him--so who could blame him). Tate is a loud eater...a food smacker...just like his dad. Kurt enjoys eating with him because he (Kurt) doesn't get in as much trouble then for eating loud.
Tate will take the time to pray for his food NUMEROUS times throughout a meal. He pushes his plate away, folds his little hands and nods his head while saying a few words which ends in "AAAmen". His food is blessed over and over again. I guess he's really thankful :)
I can't tell you how many kisses I get in a day from Tate...A LOT. He loves to cuddle and rock-- and yes, I love that too! In all that sweetness, he also is Mr. Trouble. Our toilet paper roll has been unrolled all the way into the boys' room. He likes to turn every light switch on. He yells "sooba" or "soomba" at the most inopportune times...and he touches the toilet seats...ack! He also can appear to be the "angel" of the two boys but yet be the actual instigator of a bad choice. Yes, in his case, looks can sometimes be deceiving and the halo might be tipping a bit.
I am sad. Yesterday he got a haircut and now he looks older. I can't wait for his curls to come back. But I guess we all say that about our babies. Okay, so he's not really a baby but since my baby girl just turned 17 yrs. old today, I can claim Tate to be my baby for at least a little while.
Tate likes to keep me company. He's usually not too far off...sometimes he just plunks down at my feet and plays where ever I am.
He cracks us up with a little sound that he often makes of "chick-a-chick-a-chick" over and over again as he wanders around playing. Perhaps he will do beatboxing when he gets older.
Tate is a daredevil. He has no fear and he will probably be the one who lands up in the emergency room first. Thankfully our neighbor, who is a good friend, is a doctor--that gives me a lot of reassurance to know help is just a door away.
He is our "sonshine" and we are so blessed that God gave him to us.