They Called It Puppy Love

Tate likes dogs. He likes kissing them. He enjoys petting them (and by petting them, I mean in his own super special way). Not all dogs are super fond of Tate. At least this Christmas, the dogs were in a giving mood and gave their time and patience for our little man. I didn't get pictures of Tate and all his dogs (Bru, Brandi, Libby and Riley) as there was delicious holiday food to eat, but we did get some good snapshots of some of him and his victims K-9 friends.

Tate met Cricket. Cricket hopes that her Mama's baby-in-the-belly is not quite as "friendly" as Tate. (Notice that Tate's hand is blurry; that's his "petting" hand).

Tate and Uncle Mike playing with Cosmo. Really anytime Tate is around, Comso has a strong desire to play.

Tate and Roz. So very gentle.

I think Tate discovered that poor Rozy was a bit of a snuggler and took advantage of it.

You got be quicker than that, Roz.

But really, it doesn't look like anyone is complaining here.

I think it is safe to say that Tate spent a good part of his Christmas holiday with the ones he loves.

'Twas Five Nights Before Chirstmas...

Bru-Dog, Tate and I spent the evening hanging out and I thought I might be able to sneak some shots of the two of them by the tree, by each other or at least standing still. Ha. Silly Mama.

Good girl

In attempts to "set up" a shot of Tate by the tree, I continued to ask him to show me where the ornaments were. Rather than going over to the tree to take the ornaments off (which he does 100% of the time before this evening) he stood about four feet away from the tree, pointed to it and looked at me like this.

The in-tact handy work.

Bru + Snow = Wet, Smelly Dog

We had a lot of snow. Bru loves snow. Enjoy the pictures.

Breakfast and Bowling with Santa

SANTA!!!! I know him! On Saturday, Tate was able to meet Santa for the first time. We were unsure how he would react as we had yet to really bring Santa into our preparations for the holiday season. Let's just say, while there were no tears, Santa and Tate are not up to BFF status yet. Afterwards we worked off our delicious breakfast with a few frames of bowling. It was a really great morning and may be the beginning of a Savy Family Christmas tradition.

Ho-ho-how long do we have to sit here?

Showing off his holiday spirit.

"I'm supposed to do what with this?"

Daddy showing Tate how baby-modified bowling works.

Tate and Daddy after the first ball is sent down the lane.

The anticipation is killer.

"Fill it up again!"

"I got this."

Checking out his mad, mad bowling skills.

* It would be important to Dave for me to share with you that at the impressive age of one, Tate got two spares. Watch out, Bowling World, we've got a natural on our hands.

"How'd I do, Daddy?"

Happy Holidays ~Love, Bru

Tiring Work

Tate has his first cold and therefore has not been sleeping very soundly at night. While we are trying to load our boy up with all the healthy essentials (hence the great vegetable, corn) apparently sneaking a few more moments of shut eye beat out everything.

Love that sleep catured him "mid grab".

For the Love of...

 The Bru-Dog...

Nothing better than smoochin' on a cold, wet snout.

Or the side of some puppy behind.

Fashion...

...because everyone deserves to look this gooood.