Thanksgiving 2013 {PHOTOS}

Heartbreak on Franklin Street

This is the true story of how Little Duck spent his day.  It may end up being more of a novella. But stick with me, its worth reading to the end. I promise.

First of all, you know Little Duck, right?  Elijah's best friend in the universe.  He's a small, yellow(ish) beanie baby duck which he loves with all his heart.  In fact, to say Elijah loves L.D. is kind of an understatement.  I know for a fact that if anything were ever to happen to him, Elijah would be devastated beyond comprehension.

So this is the week of Evansville's annual Fall Festival on Franklin Street.  It's a week-long grease-fest, which just so happens to take place exactly 3 feet from my office door.  Needless to say we partake.  Elijah had literally been counting down the days until the start of the Fall Festival with a calendar on the fridge.  This is a HUGE happening in his world.  And of course, the highlight of his week is the day he gets to have a bracelet for unlimited rides for an entire day.  This year was even more exciting because he's now tall enough (44.5 inches!) to ride every ride except one!  It was decided that today (Thursday) would be ride day.

So this morning after my morning Bible Study group, we headed down to Franklin St. with a bounce in our step, ready to ride kiddie rides until we dropped.  Before we left the house we had a discussion that went like this:

E: Mom, I really want to bring Little Duck to church to show him to Ivy since she always brings her bunny with her.

Me: Honey, that's really not a good idea. What if you lose Little Duck?

E: I would NEVER lose Little Duck!  I love him!  Please, Mom?

Me: Now Elijah, this is a big responsibility. If you take him you have to make sure you don't leave him anywhere.

E: I know!  And besides, Little Duck really wants to ride the Fall Festival rides with me!  It will be so much fun for him!

Me: Alright.  But if you lose him at the Fall Festival, you will probably never see him again.  It's very crowded in the park. There are lots of kids, and you really don't want anything bad to happen to Little Duck.

E: I won't!  He's just going to ride the rides with me!  And I'll put him in my pocket if I need to.

Me: Ok, you may bring him, but I really don't think this is a good idea.

E: Trust me, Mom.

We arrived to the kiddie park 30 minutes before the rides opened.  The half hour wait was excruciating.  We occupied ourselves by getting a snack (deep fried cheese sticks and a Dr. Pepper) and strolling up and down the festival route watching all the other crazy moms and dads with their broods of excited cotton-candy buzzed children.  At 12 o'clock on the DOT we stood in line, got his ride bracelet, and point-zero-five seconds later he was bolting across the street to stand in line for his first ride.

For the first two hours we made our way methodically around the park, selecting which ride would be next on the basis of either how long the line was, or its level of awesomeness, on a scale of who-knows-what.  He and Little Duck did the obstacle course, like, 24 times in a row, (maybe I exaggerate), the spinning bears, then airplanes, then carousel (which makes me want to barf just watching it), then the train (twice), then old fashioned cars, then swings, then a couple other spinny-around things, then fun house (4 times), then the frogger, then the giant slide (twice), then bumper cars, then the cars again, obstacle course again, and train again.  Then I was exhausted and requested a water and potty break.  It was hot that afternoon.  I was in such a hurry to get back to the air-conditioned office (bathroom) that I didn't notice Little Duck's absence from his usual place under Elijah's arm. (duh, duh, duhhhh....)

We cooled off, had drinks, I ate a corn-on-the-cob, Elijah ate a chicken ka-bob, and we met up with Grandma Debby and Zeke.  After a short recoup the 4 of us decided to make another go of the park.  This time Elijah and Zeke went on the train together. It was Zeke's first time!  He LOVED it. No, loved isn't a strong enough word for how Zeke felt about the train. Tantrum would be more accurate. Well, that's what happened when it was time to get off the train. Naturally it was one of my poudest mom moments. In fact, if you look closely at the image below (go ahead and scroll down if you want) you can see the beginnings of the melt-down. That photo was taken just after the train came to a stop.

So, we proceeded to the "big" park where the three of us rode the ferris wheel. (Fun!) Then Grandma Debby took Elijah on all the rides again, and a few of them more than once while I took Zeke on a walk and got him a snack. Then it was round three for me... I took Elijah on every ride AGAIN while pushing Zeke around in the stroller in the shadeless heat.  Zeke was not a fan of this and started to voice his protest. So, to cap off the afternoon, they both went on the train together again.

I was like the walking dead after 5 hours in that dang kiddie park, on my feet, in the heat. 

However, since I am an awesome mom, before we called it a day we stopped off at a booth and picked up a couple of bags of cotton candy (yellow for Elijah).  Also, and I will not swear to this, but that cotton candy may have been used as bribery to leave the park.  Zeke fell asleep on the drive home, sticky blue remnants covering his hands, face, and clothes.  I would have fallen asleep too if somone would have offered to operate my car.

Now comes the part of this novella where I just randomly insert lots more pictures. Becaue they don't really fit the story.  So here is what Elijah's fun day was looking like...  Please make special note of the fact that Little Duck appears in nearly every photo either beside Elijah, under his armpit, or in his hands.  It would be fair to say that Little Duck enjoyed this ride day at the Fall Festival as much, if not more, than Elijah did.

Little Duck was not allowed to ride the Fun Slide as it required two hands to hold the burlap sack.

In stead, Little Duck and I watched and cheered from the bottom.

Little Duck sits beside Elijah in the spin-around ride, above.

You can't see him here, but Little Duck is buckled in next to Elijah in the bumper car.

Little Duck got to ding the train bell too!

Thank goodness for seatbelts or I would have been concerned for L.D.'s safety.

He was brave on the swings and even flew along beside Elijah.

Ok, so now you get the picture. Little Duck rode nearly every ride with Elijah and he too was having a great time.  But.... BUT something went terribly wrong.

Once at home, the boys and I sat down for some dinner (I picked up pizza on the way! Mom of the year?).  While we were eating and chatting away about all the fun things that we did, it hit me - a sense of dread - and I realized Little Duck wasn't sitting at his normal place next to Elijah at the table.

"Elijah? Where is Little Duck?" I asked.  A long, tense pause. "I... uh... I don't know. Maybe he's in the car?" he said, but I could hear the quiver in his voice. He knew what I knew, we hadn't seen Little Duck since we left the Fall Festival.  So I went and checked every square inch of the car.  I returned with bad news. No Little Duck. 

"Think sweetie. Did you have him when you got in the car? Remember you were holding your cotton candy and that balloon?"  That's when the panic started.  "Oh! Noooooo! Mom, I don't remember. I don't think so."  At this point Elijah literally began wailing.  I might have said a few words about being a responsible Duck owner, his promise NOT to let anything happen to L.D., and the fact that I had told him this morning it wasn't a good idea. Obviously, he agreed with me and was repentant. But none of that helped.  At that moment all we could think about is HOW could we get Little Duck home.  My mind was racing through the thousands of places he could have gone, thoughts of how to get him back, if that was even possible, and how I could console Elijah when the inevitable outcome happened. 

We all cried. All three of us. We sat there at that kitchen table and boo-hoo'd our faces off.  Zeke was clueless but offered up sympathetic tears, Elijah could barely speak or even breath, and I was just heart-broken for my sweet boy to have lost his best friend in the whole world.  It was a traumatic scene to be sure.  Elijah finally spoke up with renewed confidence, "Mom, we need to pray for Little Duck. God knows where he is and He can help you find him."  So we bowed our heads, joined hands, and Elijah led us in a prayer, "Dear God. Since you know where Little Duck is can you help Mom find him? Amen."  As Zeke echoed "ah-en" I decided to go.

I had no plan but I knew I couldn't sit there at home and mourn Little Duck without giving my best effort to recover him. So I grabbed my keys left our pizza to turn cold on the table, and away we dashed without even putting shoes on the boys. It was nearly 6:00 pm and the sky was blazing with a pink sunset as we sped to my parent's house. I knew I couldn't battle the festival crowd with both of them in tow. So as I drove, I tried calling both of them with no answer. I tried and tried again. Of all the times not to answer!  I was desperate so I went there to drop the boys off anyway. Thankfully when we got there my Dad was in the back yard and was able to keep and eye on the boys while I went on my L.D. Extraction mission. 

I drove like a banshee back down to Franklin Street, where I KNEW I would never, ever, in a million years find a parking place at 6:30 in the evening, on a beautiful night, when every inhabitant of Evansville was packing into to that 5-block-strip of town.  So I prayed earnestly for a parking spot.  And I prayed for God to show mercy to Elijah (and me) and help me locate the lost best friend.  My heart was pounding and I was in a nervous sweat by the time I made my way through the streams of pedestrians to the place where I had been parked before.  My only hope was that the spot I had vacated two hours earlier was still open. That chance was minuscule, but I tried anyway.  And unbelievably, it was still open! 

A rush of adrenaline empowered me then to elbow my way through the crowd, running to my office, trying to beat the sunset.  By my estimation, I had last seen Little Duck right before we left the park the first time. So I had hoped he would be in the office. Maybe Elijah had left him in the bathroom when we stopped in for a break?  A thorough search revealed nothing. Next I retraced our steps from the back entrance of the office to the kiddie park.  I carefully scanned the ground, every trashcan, dumpster, and filthy corner of that alley on my way there. Still nothing. My next idea was to ask the ride operator of the train (the last ride he went on before the mid-day break) if anyone had recovered a ratty, yellow duck. No one had.  But the ride operators had changed since then.  So I spotted a group of carnival workers nearby and was lucky enough to find one who spoke English. I inquired. They laughed and told me "good luck, as if anyone would ever find a little toy in this madness! Besides, 10 thousand children have probably walked through the park since then. Someone probably picked him up. Or mistook him for a carnival prize and threw him in the trash."  My heart sank, acknowledging the truth of that statement. Deep down I knew it was impossible to find him but I didn't want to believe it.  But in the midst of the heavily crowded park, littered with trash and packed with small excited bodies, I knew it was probably a lost cause. 

I fought back the tears and racked my brain because I wasn't giving up without a fight.  I decided to look for the ride worker who was operating the train when Little Duck rode it. He was across the lot and didn't have any recollection of a duck being left in one of the train cars. Bummer.  But he recommended that I check the carnival ride lost and found booth. By now it was dark and things were moving from uncomfortably crowded into the realm of claustrophobic chaos.  Dodging strollers, I ran to the place where he pointed. The booth worker told me that no one had turned in any toys at all today, but why not try the Nut Club lost and found booth.  So I headed for my destination, 2 blocks away, as fast as a person could bob and weave between festival-goers with hands full of fried and sticky goods.  The sympathetic Nut-Clubber in the booth informed me there were no ducks, but how about this green dinosaur?  Was he kidding?  If it were so easy to replace our beloved Little Duck I wouldn't have gone through all this grief!  I think he saw the tears welling up in my eyes as I declined his offer because he said hopefully that he would take my phone # and call me if anyone turned Little Duck in later and please try back tomorrow.  I knew as well as he did that no one would turn him in.  I hung my head and walked away.

I was totally defeated.  A lump was forming in my throat but I still didn't want to give up.  My feet were taking me in the direction of my car when a picture of my little boy hearing the news of a lost forever Little Duck came to me.  I said another prayer and made the decision to walk back to the kiddie park to give it one final look before heading home.

This time I decided to start on one end of the park and search literally every single ride, game, trashcan, bench, and booth - in, around, under, and sideways. It proved to be much more difficult than I thought since the only light was coming in flashes from nearby rides and carnival booths. I must have looked crazy the way I stuck my head under benches and tables as I made my way through- eyes always on the ground.

And then, in what felt like slow motion (maybe it was the strobe lights from the swings that go round and round) a miracle happened on West Franklin Street. My eye caught a glimpse of yellow in that half second of flashing light. There on the platform where the ride operator pushes buttons and pulls levers I saw the yellow again. It pulled me forward... running, pushing children aside, leaping over diaper bags and strollers, ignoring the looks from angry parents as I darted. And there he was. Little Duck sat, dirty and rejected looking, in front of the girl who ran the swings. When I was still 10 feet away, I shouted to her above the noise "That duuuuuckkkk! THAT DUCK! Oh my gosh! THAT'S MY SON'S LITTLE DUCK!" Now pushing between children to get closer to her, "Oh my gosh! Can I have that duck? I can't believe it! That's my little boy's duck!" Her expression changed from annoyed to kind when she realized I was pointing to him. "Oh this? I found him behind some boxes over there. I thought someone would probably miss him, so I put him here in case anyone came to look." I had to resist the urge to hug her as she passed Little Duck to me. "I cannot thank you enough for doing that! I could never tell you how much this will mean to him. You have saved a 5-year-old boy from a lot of heartache", I squeaked out between tears.

And then I walked back to my car, sobbing uncontrollably and hugging a filthy yellow beanie baby to my chest. Little Duck had been saved. God saw a little boy's faith and heard his prayer. "Dear God. Since you know where Little Duck is can you help Mom find him?". It was a miracle. Truly.

And for the record, Little Duck will NEVER be allowed to go to the Fall Festival again.

But you were...

When I lay my tired self down in bed each night I literally smile and whisper a prayer of thanks. I am reminded every time of how blessed I am to have a warm (and now, very comfy) bed, safe house, precious children, loving husband, and God who provides all my needs.

Last night I was settling in and flipping through the stations on my ZÜne when I came upon a song I used to know. I don't know about you, but to me music evokes all sorts of emotions and memories. It's almost like stepping back in time if I play it loud enough. In my mind, chapters of my life are sorted and categorized like library books according to the music I was surrounded with at that time. {Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this way.?}

Anyway, the song on the radio had been popular during a time of my life I'd really rather forget. It was by far my worst season! I had been wandering far from the Lord, participating in all sorts ungodliness, and making hurtful decisions. It was full-on rebellion and I knew it. But I didn't care. As the Bible says; people love their darkness. Praise God, He rescued me and forgave me. But to be honest, sometimes the knowledge of that time still haunts me. I still wrestle with feelings of guilt and regret. What if I had only listened and obeyed?

Do you ever have those "ah-ha" moments? You know, the ones when you finally truly realize what you thought you'd known all along. That's what I had last night. After I listened to that song I thought about turning off the music in frustration, but I decided to try to get it out of my head. So I hit the "random" button and landed on, of course, KLove. The song was half-way through and I caught the lyrics in the middle of a phrase. But what I heard felt like a jolt of awakening to my soul. It certainly was sent to me in a moment of need.

And I don’t have to carry
The weight of who I’ve been
Cause I’m forgiven

My mistakes are running through my mind
And I’ll relive my days, in the middle of the night
When I struggle with my pain, wrestle with my pride
Sometimes I feel alone, and I cry

In this life
I know what I’ve been
But here in your arms
I know what I am

I'm forgiven.

The song is "Forgiven" by Sanctus Real.

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Which brought to mind one of my favorite passages which I come back to over and over again.

1 Corinthians 6:9-11

"Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, nor thieves, nor the covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers, will inherit the kingdom of God. Such were some of you; but you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God."

Can I get an AMEN?

God's provision by way of my husband's laziness.

Manny got hurt at work a couple of weeks ago. His wrist this time. I know, right? You're thinking "Again?! He's always getting hurt!" And you'd be correct. But this time he's covered under workman's comp, thank goodness! He's gone a few times to the doctor and they put him in a brace and gave him some steroid medicine.

I don't know what the medicine is supposed to do. But I can tell you what it is doing. It's making him a growly bear! He's awful to be around. I flat-out don't like him when he's taking this stuff. He's introverted, grumpy, rude, snaps at us for no reason, drowsy, dizzy, and just plain unpleasant. I think he took his last pill for this round of treatment last night. I'll be glad when its out of his system. And I'm sure if he feels as bad as he's acting, he hasn't enjoyed it either. I hope he recovers soon. Poor thing is stuck doing boring stuff at work, which he hates. He has a 5 pound weight limit. That means he can't really pick up Zeke or help me with much around the house either. Joy, joy. Count it all joy.

Also we came home yesterday afternoon to discover the upstairs toilet had been running all day. The bathroom floor was flooded and the water had come through the ceiling into the laundry room downstairs. Praise the Lord that nothing was damaged... that we know of... yet.

For once I'm thankful for my husband's laziness. He had left his towels on the bathroom floor after his shower, which is what kept the water from making it all the way over to the carpeted area. So that's what I'm dwelling on, in stead of being upset right now.

See? God's provision reaches me even in the midst of my husband's messiness. He's good to me and I know it!

So He'll take care of Manny's wrist, and the house, and my frazzled nerves. He always does. :)

A tree-lighting, pie-making kind of day

On Saturday morning my Mom, Grandma, and I were supposed to have gone to a ladies breakfast at church. But due to a combination of me feeling yucky (from shingles, remember?) and lacking someone to watch the boys (Manny was working), we made it a stay-at-home day. We all went over to my parents' house and enjoyed the day together.

First things first! Elijah walked (no ran) in the door and immediately informed my dad that they were putting lights on the tree. Do not delay! Man, I love that little boy! He's so full of life, and curiosity, and loves to help, and work on projects, and LOVES his Grandpa! The anticipation of helping Grandpa with the lights almost killed him. He was practically running in circles around the tree, jumping, wiggling, and repeatedly wiping drool from his mouth (yeah, he drools when he's really excited!). It took everything in him not to mess with the piles of wound up twinkling lights as my Dad was trying to get them untangled and ready to go.

When it came time to help, he knew just what to do... hold the strand of lights, carefully handing my Dad more when he ran out. I wish I could bottle his enthusiasm and sell it in beverage form! I'd make a killing. :) He had a blast!



So while the guys lit the tree, the girls made pies... Apple, Pecan, and Apple-upside-down pie. I didn't help much (see above excuses + I had to nurse the baby). But I sure did enjoy watching, smelling, and sampling the results though.


Zeke even pitched in a bit... by chewing on the cooling racks. Oh yeah, and guess what else Zeke did! He played in his jump-a-roo and loved it! He's done it a few times before, but kind of got fussy right away. This time he had fun. Plus his newest awesome trick is "singing". He makes the sweetest squealing noise when he's trying to communicate with us. It sounds so much like singing. I love it!! I'm going to get it on video soon, I hope.

Elijah made his very own apple pie (with the help of Grandma Debby). He rolled out the dough, put the apples in, cut out the apple shape for on top, and painted it with milk to make it pretty. He beamed with pride over his little pie. But he didn't even taste it. Too busy with other stuff at Grandma's house to be bothered with eating.



It was a great day. And now we're all looking forward to Thanksgiving when we'll get together again to cook, eat, decorate the tree.

Thankful For: my Mom on a sick Satruday

Everyone in my house has colds. I can't take anything that works because I'm nursing. Ezekiel can't have anything other than tyle.nol. So we are pretty much just toughing it out. Manny worked all day yesterday so I took the boys and spent the day at my parents' house. I'm so thankful that 1) they live so close, 2) they entertained Elijah for a good 3 hours while I rested, and 3) that my mom had a big pot of home-made chicken noodle soup waiting for me when I woke up!! Moms always know what to do.

Elijah has officially changed his name to Thomas. Zeke is now Percy, Mom is Edward, Manny is Sir Toppam Hat, and I am Lady. He told Manny last night "I'm not Elijah any more. I'm only Thomas." So he's been making us call him by his new name. The funny part is when he wants to address me he says "Hey Lady, can you get me some milk." or whatever. I'm just glad strangers don't hear it and think he's calling his Mom "Lady". It sounds funny.

A house down the road from my parents already has their Christmas tree and stuff up. Every time we drive by Elijah asks "Is it Christmas time yet?". I keep telling him we have to have Thanksgiving first. But something tells me we'll be getting the decorations out early this year. He's just so excited for it.

Manny has to work until 8:00 tonight so I'm gearing up for a long day with the boys again. We're skipping church so we don't spread our germs to the other kiddos. Wish me luck. This should be interesting.

Thankful for: perfect weather, good check-up, and backhoes

I know it probably sounds shallow. But the weather these past 3 days has been divine! Absolutely perfect, sunny, warm, and gorgeous! Yesterday the high was 79!!!! I am so thankful for days like these because I know the winter days are heading our way all too soon.

Yesterday I took Ezekiel for his 4 month check-up. He's fine and dandy. Really BIG, but doing great. In fact he weighed 16 pounds, 5 ounces (77th percentile) and was 27 inches long (97th percentile). Development wise he's perfect. He got one oral vaccine and two shots. Sweet little guy didn't even cry for the first shot.

After the appointment the boys, my Mom, and I picked up lunch from our favorite dive (Big Top) and went on a picnic to the red bridge. We ate our fries and shared a chocolate shake while watching barges pull in and out of the docks. Did you guys know tug boats could drive sideways? They are really cool to watch, actually. Then we took a nice walk and saw huge diggers and cranes loading gravel from the quarry onto the barges. Elijah even got to see a front-loader up close and personal! He was thrilled! It was like a three-year-old's perfect afternoon. Minus the water though. He kept asking if he could go play in the sprinklers since that's our normal activity when we're down by the river in the summer time.

After the picnic and a quick trip in to the store we headed home. Only to discover the house they are building behind us was having some excavating done!! Holy backhoe batman! Naturally we walked up the hill to check out the action. Elijah just sauntered up to the men working and said... "Hey guys, what are you doing? Can I touch that backhoe? How do you make it go? Did you dig up some dirt or something? What are those pointy things for? Can you lift the bucket up? Can this drive very fast?" You get the idea. I'm sure the only thing more exciting for him would have been it Thomas himself (the Tank Engine, you know) would have pulled into our driveway.

Thankfully after all the afternoon's excitement both boys took great naps. I was able to use the time to put away eleventy billion loads of laundry, clean out all our closets, organize the outgoing and incoming season's stuff, and fill several trash bags up to be taken to the Goodwill. It feels so good to have that done! I love to purge and get rid of stuff! I was even able to cook supper before the boys woke up. I was feeling very accomplished and exhausted by the end of the day.

Thankful For : 4 months

What has happened to the past 4 months?! I can't believe it has been that long since my Zeke came like a whirlwind into the world. Happy 4 months to him! He's such a good, sweet-natured little guy. I'm so thankful to have him! Naturally, I'll be putting up some photos tomorrow.

On a more personal note...
My stomach and head have been battling bouts of nausea for more than a week now. I have a perpetual sense of motion-sickness which is difficult to ignore. It was made exponentially worse this morning when I went downstairs to discover the aroma of scrambled eggs filling the air. Barf city! And yesterday after smelling garlic bread, I couldn't manage to eat for the rest of the day. That, plus, I've been waking up every morning with a whopper of a headache. And don't even get me started on how dizzy I get when rocking Ezekiel! It's awful. Today on the way home from work I'm going to pick up a pregnancy test. Because this is the exact way I feel while growing tiny people in my belly. I'm praying praying praying it's just sinuses or something. Maybe my eyesight. Oh Lord, please not another baby right now. The mere thought makes me want to heave myself on the floor and wail like a 2-year-old throwing a tantrum. (And for the record, I know very well how to prevent pregnancy. Duh.)

Speaking of babies... is that what we were speaking of? My cousin Shawn's little Ashley took a turn for the worse yesterday. They were going to run some tests, but we haven't heard anything today about how she's doing. And Kipper's health has not improved at all over this past week. She's on dialysis in the ICU now and will most likely need a kidney transplant. She'll be hospitalized for another 3-4 weeks. Needless to say, they've decided no more babies for them as its much too dangerous for Kipper. Please keep them all in your prayers.

Thankful for: Art

I think I have an especially talented little artist in my family.

He may have had a little help from his Momma.

Thankful for: Family Reunited

Meet Brilan Reed White.

This 15-month-old bundle of sweetness

belongs to my sister, Chyna.

He is her spitting image!

And quite a little ham.

Today I am thankful that Chyna and her little guy have re-entered our lives.

(This is something which, I can honestly say, I never expected to happen, let alone be something for which I'd be thankful. God is good to us like that.)

Thankful for: my husband

My husband, who washed all this...


And then kept me warm here...

last night. :)

Thankful for: My Babies (and Baby Ashley)

This photo of my cousin Shawn, his wife Kipper, and Elijah was taken in May.


This photo of their baby girl was taken on Sunday.
She was expected on January 11th.
But had to be born by emergency c-section 11 weeks early.
At 2 pounds, 6 ounces.

Also, due to the complications which led to the early delivery,
Kipper went into renal failure and is currently on dialysis.
Her condition right now isn't looking good.

We are amazed and praising God for how remarkably well the baby is doing,
all things considered. She even breathed on her own for a while.

But, if you wouldn't mind
please keep sweet little Ashley and her Mommy in your prayers.
Its going to be a long road.

Today I am thankful for my two healthy pregnancies, easy deliveries, perfect little boys, and good health.

Reformation Day (..err, uhh, Halloween) and Stuff

I am thankful

that we took advantage of the dwindling warm air

and sat outside together the other afternoon

eating Donut Bank cookies and

stepping on crunchy leaves.

Because over the weekend

our nice warm Fall turned sharply into chilly temperatures.

The only redeeming factor, in my opinion,

is what happens to the trees when we get a frost.

(Elijah refers to this stretch of road as "the tree tunnel".)

And because I'm never home long enough to edit or upload photos,

you bloggie readers (are they still any of you left??)

have to settle for the facebook leftovers.

I mean, they're still cute pictures- if I do say so myself.

Allow me to introduce to you

Elijah as Ming-Ming

and

Ezekiel as the Monkey

Now, isn't that the cutest monkey you've ever laid eyes on?!

They trick-or-treated at Grandma's house.

And loaded up on sweets at trunk-or-treat.

But don't forget the giant inflatable jump house! Elijah's favorite.

(Too bad I didn't have my camera with me for that.)

It was a good day.

The end.