Tate went as a well-fed giraffe. Here he is with his friend and neighbor Greg, whose middle name is "Ryne," for you Cubs fans.
He put up pretty well with having the hood on all night.
Here he is with his friend Andrew, the mouse.
Our colorful family (from left to right): Ricky Bobby, the well-fed giraffe, and Pebbles.
Our giant boy.
The slide holds the most fascination.
Can you tell he's proud of himself?
This is the sweet ride Tate's Great-Grandma Arlene gave him when he was born. He's not quite big enough to scoot it himself, but he likes to get pushed around on it.
Did we mention that in the past month when we weren't posting on our blog it was because Tate is all over the place and into everything? He has spent the past month pulling up on everything and working his muscles so he is ready to go mobile. At this point, he can stand for up to a couple minutes all by himself but still keeps both feet relatively anchored to the floor. He'll take a step here and a step there, but sometime real soon he will be a blur. Trust us.
Tate and his Momma went to the Tulsa Zoo with some friends. Yeah, yeah, I know. We just went over a month between posts. Sorry about that.
We went with our good friends the Washburns to the Minnesota Zoo while we were up in Minnesota.
Tate was pretty into looking at all the animals. He held out for quite a while but got a little impatient at the end.
Here he is, ready for safari. Can you tell how much he loves his hat?
Tate and his Dad. We're tight.
