
Monday Luke will be 8 weeks old, and I will be heading back to work. 8 weeks have never gone by so quickly. I'm pretty sad but looking forward to getting us all on some kind of routine. We've just kinda been flying by the seats of our pants the past 8 weeks. Evan is super excited about taking his baby Luke to day care. He's been talking about it all week. It will be interesting to see if he's protective or just showing off. Either way, he adores his little brother, for now. I'm waiting to see in a year when Luke can get to Evan's toys how Evan feels then.
We got a monster of a snowstorm today, about 20 inches. Snow emergencies all over the place, and after hours of shoveling, only one car is dug out. Guess we'll tackle the second one tomorrow. Evan had fun playing with snowballs while Luke slept and Daddy shoveled.
