Our friends in Denver...

Tate and Abby at Tate's CO birthday celebration with his God-parents. They were totally worth the trip.

He loves Aaron and Abby...I think it's all the funny faces.

Tate got a pretty sweet truck in addition to some stylin' clothes.

Fun with Aaron & Abby

Tate's CO birthday cake was a DQ ice cream cake. He ate none of it; we ate all of it.

There's nothing better than riding around a house in a cardboard box.

...accompanied by your trusty volleyball.

Tate likes straws.

Our little 'Destructo.'

Rocky Mountain High...

Our little Sooner and his mama.

Tate and his dad.

Our little family.

Tate, his favorite vicar, and his favorite vicar's wife.

We got to be in Georgetown, CO, for the BigHorn Sheep Festival. Awesome.

We can only hope...

...that Tate grows up to be a drummer. He seems to enjoy it so far.

Party Spread.

This was all Kristen's work; if it were up to me, it would have probably been a couple bags of Doritos.

I'm not sure why this loaded sideways, but Tate's cake was a football field. Pretty cool.

The cake Tate got to eat was about 2/3 frosting...green frosting, which would soon turn him into the Incredible Hulk, Jr.

Here are a few of Tate's friends hanging out in the backyard.

Cake.

As you look at Tate stuffing his face with cake, here are some of his 1-year stats:

Height: 32 3/4" (97th percentile); Weight: 24 lbs. (70th percentile).

Walking? You betcha.

Words: Mama, Dada, Uh-oh (as in, 'Uh-oh, I just dropped my cup on purpose for the 50th straight time.'), Dog, Ah-ah-ah (as in, 'One baby, ah-ah-ah' - the "Count" laugh from Sesame Street), and Kristen swears he says 'Georgia.'

Cakes destroyed: 1 and counting.

Tate's Birthday Bash

One of the VIP's at Tate's party was his buddy from down the street, Walker.
Also in attendance: Noah, who is the coolest in Tate's eyes.

Tate was an excellent present unwrapper and bag unstuffer.

It's all about those baby blues.

Catch ya later.