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The world isn't only black and white

Last week Luke and I went to the grocery store to pick up one thing: cheese.  Luke, however, had his mind set on a cookie from the bakery. So while he waited at the bakery counter for someone to notice his cute self, I ran across and got the cheese.  When I got back to Luke he was silently chewing on a cookie.  He took two steps to follow me to the till, stopped, smiled and said, "The world isn't only black and white!"
I laughed until I cried.

Just so you know, Luke is deep, but not really on that level yet.  We have a book about a penguin named Edna who is looking for something that's not black, white or blue.  When she discovers some scientists out on the ice in their orange tents she says, "Wow, the world isn't only black white and blue!"  Luke loves to regurgitate his favorite stories.  And I love to hear it.  Especially - especially out of context.

The toque, and the color yellow

He likes it for a tent...not a toque.

My series of mistakes.  Ran out of green yarn.  Made the pattern too wide.

I made it for myself, but it's too big on everyone!

But I perservered.  And doesn't Luke look darling next to our yellow walls?

"I'm a winter boy"

We finally got snow this week and Luke's new phrase is, "I'm a winter boy!"  And yesterday he sure was.  We stayed out in the snow; running and falling down and then laughing a big fake laugh for almost 45 minutes.  Luke kept refusing to come inside until finally I asked for the18th time if he was ready to go inside and warm up and he started crying.  When I could finally make out what he was saying I felt so bad.  He was sobbing (frozen tears on his jacket), "My fingers are cold.  My toes are cold.  I wanna go inside!"  Poor little guy.  It was fun while it lasted.  And then the hot chocolate was fun.

We also decorated for Christmas this weekend.  Some garland above the cabinets, our tree, a tiny nativity that my Aunt Deanna got us as a wedding gift (by the way - GREAT, unique wedding gift idea!), and some snowflake candles.  Luke is enamoured with the tree...like his mom. This morning he got out of bed, opened his door, and instead of coming in to snuggle with me like he normally does, he ran down the hall and plugged the christmas tree lights into the wall, climbed up on the couch and was just looking at it when I walked in. (Don't worry, we will do something about the plugging in bit so he won't electrocute himself!).

By the way, 18 weeks today!  Nearly half-way along with this pregnancy.  Still feeling rotten, which is my excuse for not blogging more.  But we're praying, and hoping and hoping and praying that the puking and exhaustion is on it's way out...hopefully we can eat turkey this weekend to celebrate US Thanksgiving with some fellow expatriates.

something cute

I just laid Luke down for his nap and I said, "You're the best boy!" and he said, "I'm not a boy, I'm a kid."  Sure, sure, I said.  Then the real reason for his clarification appeared:

"I'm not an inside kid, Mom.  I'm an outside kid.  I don't belong in a bed.  I belong outside.  I'm not tired."

Who knew I had an outside kid?  The tag from the hospital with his washing instructions doesn't say anything about inside or outside on it.  I guess that's something you have to wait and see about.  Perhaps we will have to move somewhere warmer so he can be an outside kid year-round.

video friday

This video is actually from last month, but I love that he just chatters away to himself.  If you knew the stories we'd been reading at the time, and the projects we were doing around the house lots of his chatter would make more sense.  But I think you'll enjoy it anyway.

What's for dinner at your house?

Because I'm not cooking.  Long day...Derek has today off from work and spent the day painting the basement.  Luke spent the entire day whining and crying.  I am tired.  So without further ado.  Here are some painting pictures.

We look happy don't we?  We're such good fakers.  We're all a bit more than grumpy at this point.

You can hardly recognize this place with solid walls and no furniture!  Our future TV/play room.  Luke is looking in at the doorway of the office and where you can see the gate in the foreground is our storage room.  I'm sitting on the bottom step of the stairs.

 

happy november

sunrise in november

I found this picture from October when Dad was here.  sweet peas!

the great grands on their anniversary (last night).