Teight Weeks Old

Tate turned 8 weeks old this week. We had a good week of father-son bonding. This morning I let Mel sleep in and I got up with Tate and we talked about life, sports, girls, God, and punk rock. He had a lot of important thoughts and insight. Here are some pictures from the past couple days:

We love to match.
He loves the Superman hold.
Drooling.
Hanging out this morning.