It's hard to believe that as of yesterday my baby is 11 months old. This year has been the most unpredictable year of my life thus far but I am so grateful for Ian's sweet smiles, koala hugs, and easy temperament that have blessed me daily.
Tate was showing Ian something on the sidewalk and Ian was mentally plotting his escape.
My three hoodlums. Keeping up with this crowd takes a lot out of ya.
Tate prefers walking backwards for some odd reason. I think it has
something to do with how you hold someones hand. He has a tendency to go
for the handshake grip instead of the interdigitation or normal side by
side hand holding technique. His backwards and Ian's forwards are about
the same speed so it worked out perfectly. I love my little sidekicks.
Tate decided dinner should sound like trashing the camp in the Tarzan movie. His noise doesn't quite have the musical catchy quality to it so I told him if he wanted to be loud he could go outside and eat in the rain. He thought it was a great idea and was happily relocated. I have to start watching what I offer because we definitely don't think alike. When he came back inside he was much quieter though so I guess my logic did end up working, just not quite the way I was expecting.
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