Sunday we went to church where Tate did pretty well. There is no ac and Tate told me how he felt by saying "HOT."
Monday I had a church meeting and Brett had a fire meeting so my mom came after Tate was asleep to babysit. Our priest is battling cancer so it was nice to see him since he had been away. Please keep him in your prayers.
Tuesday we went back to the park. A boy a little older than Tate showed up and Tate had to run over and tell him hi. Tate was so excited that kept randomly spinning in circles, saying "weeeeeee."
Today was pretty typical. Tate snagged another green tomato from the garden.
At some point since my last post Brett and I were in the living room when we heard nothing out of Tate, who was in the kitchen. A silent toddler is never good. Tate had somehow found a spoon and climbed up a big chair and was digging in a pot of dirt.


















