Tate doesn't have any special fondness for cowboys; Brad was just looking for an excuse to order BBQ and I'm not so good when it comes to themes (mine was um, he's 1 and there will be cake?) so cowboys it was. I stole lots of ideas from the internet, and I have to give a big shout-out to Brad for making a country-but-not-too-country playlist. I didn't get to really listen to it until afterward, but one of my favorite songs on it that I hadn't heard before was "I Should Be Sleeping" by Emerson Drive. Very appropriate for this past year. We felt very blessed to celebrate this milestone with so many friends and family. Brad's Mom and twin sister Amy and two of our nieces came in from Michigan, and Tate really enjoyed playing with his cousins while they were here. He also came down with a cold the day of his birthday, so if any of you ended up sick after the party we apologize...he's not much for keeping his germs to himself. But sickness aside, I think everyone had a good time.
It's hard to believe that just a year ago he was this tiny
Tate got to celebrate again in Michigan when we were all home for my Grandma's funeral. My Mom said it would make her happy to look forward to celebrating this little life the day after the funeral (plus her own birthday since it was that week), so we did. My sister baked my Mom and Tate a cake (unlike his Mom, who didn't get his cupcakes made in time for his Chicago party and we had to get them from a bakery on party day) and got some balloons, which he loved. We had to bring one back on the train since he was having so much fun with it. He also got to play with more cousins. He learned fast that kids with siblings play a little rougher. My niece Madi kept grabbing him when he tried to crawl away. At one point she just grabbed a handful of the back of the neck of his pajamas and lifted him up like a cat carrying a kitten. Another time he was crawling away and she grabbed him by the waistband of his shorts and dragged him back. Madi is one tough cookie. And his cousin Tondi gave him his first tongue kiss. I'm not going to post the photo, but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to use it as leverage down the road. I'm also pretty sure this is how my nephew, niece, and Dad all ended up with Tate's cold.
It's been a wonderful and exhausting first year. There isn't a day that goes by that we aren't so grateful that we have him. He makes us laugh and smile just by being himself. Happy 1st Birthday, Tate!
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