At the two-month mark (okay, so I’m two days early), it’s easier to count the things Tate can’t do than can. And none of them are important, but here goes anyway:
He can’t jump up into the Jeep but he can jump into the truck. He’s much more comfortable now with being lifted up than he was at first…when Dad does it. I have to lift half at a time; he’s not crazy about that.
He can’t dodge Loretta anymore, he falls down and then he doesn’t want to play anymore. But he keeps going back for more, runs up to her front door and waits for someone to bring her out.
He can’t jump up on Grandma’s bed. He shouldn’t be up there anyway, but she makes me help him up so she can properly spoil him.
He used to jump up on us whenever we hugged but he doesn’t do that anymore. He still comes running though, and pokes his nose in between us. “No affection around here without me!”
I finally figured out why he keeps on stopping when we go on walks. He wants me to get far ahead so he can run and catch up, running is easier than walking. Now it’s a game, he waits until I turn around to look for him before he comes running. And really, when he’s running, you can’t even tell he only has three legs. I can’t tell you how many people have said, “Oh my gosh! I didn’t even notice!”
So that’s the latest Tater-Tot report. And you know, it seems to me that he’s more affectionate, he snuggles into me now and he didn’t do that much before. He’s just more of all the best of Tate. Maybe we just appreciate him more. Doesn’t matter, we are enjoying the heck out of him, and he’s enjoying life to the fullest.
As always, thanks to everyone for being there for us.