Family

As I sit here in my parents' kitchen waiting for my sweet potatoes to cool I'm relaxed, happy and grateful.  It was a gorgeous day here in Houston which have been very few and far between the past 6 months.  Thankfully, my work day went by rather quickly and I was running out the office door at 2:08 in route to pick up my sweet boy from my parents who were so kind to watch him for me today as my daycare was closed.  Tate was in heaven with his beloved Grandmommy and Papa.  Happy as a clam.


I had decided to take Tate to see Santa today (we've gone on this day for the past 2 years...no line and he's a GREAT Santa...pictures to be uploaded soon).  I do wonder when Tate is older if we'll go later in the season, so that he's more 'in the spirit' of Christmas and Santa Claus.  He did great today though ... no tears and almost a full smile.  Getting this child of mine to smile for anyone in a professional setting is so difficult.  He just sits there staring at the photographer like he's plotting against you.  It's just so funny.  But that's my boy;  he's always been so serious though if he knows you he's nothing like that.  And I wouldn't say he is shy or more shy than any other 2 year old, but he definitely won't talk to you unless he's given some time to get to know you.    Anyway, the Santa photo-op went great.  I think he's going to understand Santa after this Christmas.


He played with his 4 1/2 year old cousin Scotty at the mall and they ran around like banshees.  They had just a great time.  We also had them take pictures with my parents and they did really well together, though of course Tate was not into smiling!!!  Scotty is beyond cute with Tate, always wanting to hold his hand, take him around, show him things.  He's very protective of Tate and Tate just adores him...it's so sweet to watch.  And always amazes me because my sister and I are not close at all.  Kellie and I just have absolutely nothing in common except we have the same parents and we're both mothers...not much to build a relationship on.  But these 2 boys who don't really see each other all that often adore each other, and I try to remind myself that since Tate most likely will not have a sibling I should let or better said encourage this cousin relationship for him.  


So on this Thanksgiving Eve, the day my sweet boy turned 28 months old I'm thankful that he has a budding relationship with his cousin.  The innocence and love of children really brings one to their knees...they simply enjoy one another whether they have anything in common or not.  Family...it's just a beautiful thing.

And you need to ask Santa for this, oh and this and of course this!!!

Is that really a bowl full of jelly?

Maybe if I don't look at him....

All smiles!!