Tate's typical day looks like this:
Sleep: 23-24 hours
Poop: 4-7 times
Pee: 6-10 times
Eat: 6-8 times
Eat: 6-8 times
Burp: (See "Eat", multiply by 2)
If Tate were not 10 days old, this lifestyle would be seen as lazy, gluttoness, and pathetic. However, seeing as though he is 10 days old, we view previously described lifestyle as adorable, charming, and cute. Oh to be 10 days old again. Tate enjoyed his first Halloween by sleeping and drinking a lot of milk.
He was essentially a cross between Charlie and a cat. I'm kidding. He didn't want to go trick-or-treating so we didnt make him. Mel and I enjoyed the night off considering we will be having some pretty eventful Halloween's in the coming years. Tate insisted that we take his picture with his mouth open leaning against the pumpkins his great-granparents gave him, so we humored him as you can see.
He even got to meet his pumpkin-giving, Conley great-grandparents yesterday. He was delighted to see them. Melissa and Tate have both been doing really well and we have adjusted to be parents much better than Bauer has adjusted to being an older dog-brother. I just coined that term and I am fairly confident that is the last time I will use it. We love having Tate, and when he is awake, I can see in his non-blinking gray little eyes that he loves having us around as well. Here are some pictures for you to enjoy:
Melissa is the one on the left. 
Tate is tanning.
Tate says, "thanks for the shirt Mrs. Morse!"
He loves the camera.
Kissable cheeks. 
Yawning.
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"If Tate were not 10 days old, this lifestyle would be seen as lazy, gluttoness, and pathetic.... He is essentially a cross between Charlie and a cat."
Wow. Even with the "just kidding" that's pretty painful to read.
In retaliation i will now share with your readers our mcdonalds experience.
After the brand new, thrice, mewithoutyou concert dan and i decided to get mcdonalds. Here is a list of what Dan consumed: chicken select sandwich w/ extra mayo, medium coke, snack wrap (he wanted six, i begged him to eat only one because i believe tate should still have a father at age 3), medium fries, half of my medium fries, half of my double cheeseburger, 6 peice mcnugget, and a big mac. he begged me all the way home for a milkshake but i said no. he even made me give some bum 2 dollars because he "didn't have any cash" and then tried to get the guy to buy him a milk shake with it. it was sickening. oh yeah and he ate all that before i finished my first french fry.
who's gluttoness now?
i am still mad we didn't get a milkshake. besides, the bum didn't really need that money as bad as i NEEDED that shake.
do bums ever need money?
ps i love the pictures!
great pix:-)
love the pics and want you to know that i helped my mom pick out that shirt...as a fellow "green girl" i know mel would like it. we had fun looking at boy clothes for a change. i think it is really funny that you called my mom "mrs. morse" ... it sounds so formal! love the blog...keep it coming!
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