The holiday weekend started with lunch on Thursday with Great Aunt Kathy, who claims she was a "great Aunt" before she became a "Great Aunt." We agree.
Mama Mia and Mama June (not pictured) also joined us. No, that is not hair coming out of Tate's ear. He has a monkey on his back. No, not like that. An actual stuffed monkey. Oh, nevermind.
Aunt Nancy and Uncle Todd (not pictured) were there, too. This picture was taken minutes before the unfortunate flag incident in the ladies' restroom of Cheddar's.
After the aforementioned "incident," Tate was forced to go incognito with his own Secret Service agent.
The Dean family came over to swim on the Fourth of July. How cute is Henry?!?
Um, don't answer that question now! Where's Tate's Secret Service agent when he needs him?!? (Just kidding, Henry is cute as a button, and he probably learned how to make faces like this from his Mom...)
This would be what we in the PR world call a "planned photo op."
Reenacting Iwo Jima. Or the moon landing. Or something patriotic.
Tate clapped for the first time on the Fourth of July. Here, he applauds the removal of that girly sunhat.
"Whoa. Don't move, Big Guy. I just heard a loud boom, and it didn't come from my diaper."
"Oh! Fireworks!" (Tate seemed to like them.)
We had a nice time at the Medinas' pool party on Saturday...
...except that they had Rock Band, which Rob and the 8-year-olds played over and over. Tate was Rob's biggest (and only) fan. Bless his heart, he still thinks his Dad is cool.