Behold, the Tater!

Here's a nice pic of the Tater putting her foot on the eating surface of her high chair. Lovely!

Toe cheese apparently goes well with pizza.

Tate eats most anything but lately she prefers to feed herself --- she doesn't want us to feed her from a spoon anymore and often throws a fit if we try! Anything soft enough that she can mash with her gums and that that we can turn into a finger food is fair game. Cheerios, bread, fruit, pizza. She's finally drinking from the sippy cup, but only if we hold it. If she holds it, she prefers to chew on it.

Here she is pushing her empty box of Huggies around the living room. It's a hoot how much time this can occupy.

Here's an action sequence of the Tater pulling herself up to her feet, just to flirt with her Pa.

Here she stood up to say hi to Famous.

Behold, Lucy's bone!

I will now eat Lucy's bone.

Mom, this doesn't taste so good.

With another dog, Lucy aggressively defends her bone. With the Tater, she shares patiently. So nice.

Two weeks ago Tate got sent home sick from day care. They told us that the infant class was passing around a stomach virus. Here the Tater looks far from her best as she falls asleep in Hanna's swing.

Within 36 hours, Mom and Dad were sick too. It made for some rough times. Here Famous and Tate get up for just long enough to do a diaper change, and then go right back down. Sad yet sweet.

Yours truly lost 5 pounds in less than a day and Famous dropped below her weight in high school. The Tater seemed to fare better than both of us and we're all back to normal now.

The swing still occupies a lot of our time:

Here the Tater pines to be outside with her buddy Lucy:

"Let me out. Pleeeease!"

Here's a Mohawk'ed Tater finishing her bath. Check out those toofs!

Kids are cool,

Sweet Potato and family