Utah's got a lot to offer

We've adjusted to living in Utah quite well.  Here are a few reasons this transition has been quite easy:

1) There are dragons in the basement.  This particular one is Toothless. 

2) The company here is mighty fine. If I was good at taking pictures I could add photos of a bunch of cousins, uncles, aunts, and my parents too.  There's a lot of love in this state.

3) There is a couch with removable cushions.  Need I remind anyone how critical a role such a item of furniture has been in the imagination of the Zekester?  Here they have become SuperHero City.

4) To add flavor and excitement and some purpose for our young superheroes, we have also discovered the presence of villains in Utah.

5) Which means it is "Time to Hero Up," something we are always happy to do.

6) and the weather is distinctly unlike Vegas. Don't ask me if this is a good thing--I miss the sun--but Zeke was so excited to have snow!  In the morning we went out to give Daddy his daily loves in the car and kisses through the window before he left for work and when we walked back inside Zeke just kept right on walking straight out the back door.  "I have to get something," he said.  He then grabbed a kid sized snow shovel that he'd found the first day we moved here, and which he has been anxiously waiting to use, and he shoveled the patio.  It was adorable how excited he was to shovel snow.  Clearly he's not from around here.

After the patio was shoveled I convinced the kids to come get their actual snow clothes on and we spent most of the morning loving the inch and half of snow.  Ashlynn was mostly confused at first. Then she progressed to walk around observing the world like it was some strange enchanted place that she had never seen (because it was!).  This fascination with the snow led her to discover the delightful activity of dipping her binkie in the snow and then back in her mouth.  But eventually even such fun as that grew old and her fingers grew cold. None of us had gloves yet, as it was October and in my mind snow was not allowed yet.  Clearly I'm not from around here. 

Zeke was still far from done. We let the little popsicle lady head inside with Paca and kept going. "We've only made a Daddy snowman.  We must make a baby sister and a big brother and a Grandpa."  I kind of wanted that fourth one to be a Mommy, but it was either let it be a Grandpa or make a fifth snowman.  He could have made an entire Snowman family reunion (and by that I mean he could have played with the snow, thrown snow balls at me, and put carrot noses on while I followed his orders and built a family reunion of snowmen), but I guess I was a party pooper and burnt out at four.  The point of the story is, (and the look on his face epitomizes it) that Zeke LOVES snow.