Tate Colette McBee — And the Man Who Hasn't Met Her Yet
She showed up August 3rd at 11:50 at night, six pounds twelve ounces, into a family that was already loud. Her grandpa comes home September 11th. She'll be five weeks old.
There's a new McBee. Tate Colette McBee showed up on August 3rd at 11:50 at night — six pounds, twelve ounces, nineteen inches of brand-new person — and just like that Cole's a girl dad twice over and I've got another niece to spoil. I've been doing this ranch thing my whole life and nothing out here has ever hit me the way a new baby does.
She Picked Her Own Timing
Of course she did. She's a McBee.
Tate arrived the exact same night the whole country sat down and watched her mom and dad get married in Vegas. Same Monday. Same hours. While Bravo was rolling that episode, Kacie was in a hospital room doing the hardest work there is.
You couldn't plan that if you tried for a year.
Blair Has Opinions
Blair's nineteen months old and she has been the undisputed center of this family's universe since December of 2024. She is now, as of two weeks ago, a big sister. She's handling it better than I expected and worse than she'd like you to think.
I told everybody I'm going to have to start sharing Uncle Steven. Blair's still coming around to that idea.
But you should see the two of them together. Blair leans over that baby like she's been assigned a job and intends to do it right. That's a McBee thing. Give one of us a responsibility and we'll take it entirely too seriously.
"Blair's spent nineteen months as the only kid on this ranch anybody could see. She's about to learn what the rest of us learned — you share, and somehow you end up with more."
What She's Born Into
Here's the thing about being born into an outfit like this. Tate didn't get a normal start. She got a working cattle operation, four uncles with opinions, a grandmother who runs everything, and about a thousand acres of responsibility she didn't ask for.
This land was here before her and it'll be here after all of us. Our whole job is handing it over in better shape than we found it. That's not a slogan — it's the actual arithmetic of a family farm.
She'll be on a four-wheeler before she can spell. She'll know what a cold morning in February feels like. Nobody in this family gets a pass on that, and nobody's ever regretted it.
Four brothers, a mom who doesn't miss anything, an Uncle Jimmy who's got a take on everything. She was born into the loudest table in Missouri and she'll hold her own at it.
Nobody's forcing her into this life. Dad never forced us. But we all came back to it anyway, and I've got a feeling she will too.
The One Who Hasn't Met Her
Now here's the part that sits heavy with me.
Dad's release is September 11th. Tate was born August 3rd. That means when Steve McBee Sr. walks out and comes home to this farm, he's going to meet a granddaughter who's already about five weeks old. Already got a personality. Already knows her sister's voice.
He missed the first five weeks. That's the cost, and there's no way to soften it or get it back.
But he's going to walk up that drive and somebody's going to put that baby in his arms, and I don't think there's a person in this family who's going to keep it together. I know I won't.
Two Homecomings, One Fall
Tate came home to the farm in August. Her grandpa comes home in September. And once he's back, Cole and Kacie are doing their wedding properly — on our ground, behind their house, with every last one of us there.
It's been a long two years. It's about to be a good fall.
"You spend your whole life thinking the ranch is the thing you're building. It's not. The ranch is just what you build it with."
Why Any of This Matters to a Beef Company
I'll be straight with you, because that's the only way I know how to do it.
A lot of outfits will tell you they're family-owned. Fewer of them mean it the way we do. When you buy a box of beef from us, you're not funding a brand — you're funding this. The ground Tate's going to grow up on. The fences we keep fixing. The cattle we keep raising the slow, expensive, honest way because we'd rather do it right than do it cheap.
Every generation that's worked this place had the same decision in front of them: take the shortcut, or leave it better. We've made our call. Now there's one more person we made it for.
Grass-fed, grain-finished, raised on our ground and handled right from start to finish. Same beef, same family, same reason.
Welcome, Kid
You've got a sister who's already appointed herself your supervisor. You've got four uncles who are going to teach you things your mother would rather you didn't learn. You've got a grandma who'll spoil you rotten and a grandpa who's counting the days.
You're a McBee. Might as well get used to it.
— Steven McBee, McBee Farm & Cattle Co.
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