A White Thanksgiving

The closer we got towards Luke's parents the colder it got. The car read 7 degrees when we pulled into their driveway. After a while it doesn't seem to matter though . . . it's just, well . . . freezing!

Ezekiel liked walking around in it with Luke and I. It was beautiful.

I love to watch Luke with Ezekiel. They're so similar. Always trying to figure out how things work . . . both very cheerful and fun to be around but they appear to be serious until they get to know you.

Checking out how much Mr. Z weighs

His expression here makes me laugh. Haha.
Sometimes after I look at pictures of him at night after he goes to bed I am tempted to go kiss his sweet cheeks one more time . . .

Where the farm fresh eggs come from at Nana and Papa's

The night after we got home . . . spaghetti, peas and rolls for dinner. I was dishing things up at the stove and had put Ezekiel's plate of food on the table to cool. Luke and I look over to him dumping the entire plate. It was mostly still on the table - dripping off onto the floor. Luke and I were both in such shock . . . then it struck me funny . . . I couldn't stop laughing . . . Ezekiel started laughing hysterically at my reaction. I'm usually a little "anti mess" when it comes to stuff like this. But I actually ate my dinner that night instead of feeding him - he fed himself and loved it.

Ezekiel has a healthy case of chicken pox. They are nearly covering his torso and I have stopped counting the number of spots. He is taking it well. Thankfully he is a good water drinker so he has stayed well hydrated and the fever is minimal. Nights are difficult though. I am so grateful that he is getting this in while I am still pregnant. Perfect timing. The Lord is so gracious to us - even in these little things.

Haha . . . ok . . . I hear Luke out in the living room building with Ezekiel's blocks. *laughter* I think he is waiting for me so that we can read and go to bed. :-) I love that my handsome man acts like a kiddo. There is no age difference between us.

Really . . . there isn't. :-)