"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.