A High Honor

Today Zeke was called a "workman baby" by his proud big brother.

Compliments don't come any finer than that.


The Workman Baby himself.


Hiding his sheepish grin with a hand in the mouth (his favorite pastime).


"Oooooo."


Before leaving the house in the morning, Bethany strapped The Workman Baby in his papoose, then noticed how wonderfully cute he looked peeking out of it. No one but Luke was around to shoot the picture, so the bathroom mirror had to do.


Keeping a suspicious eye on his surroundings.


Luke declared Wednesday a FUN DAY! His friend Miah came to town again. Robyn cuddled Zeke to sleep while simultaneously entertaining Jeremiah and watching Bethany demonstrate the how-tos of making her mom's whole-wheat bread.


Miah-cutie, with the apple Luke kept trying to steal.


Bethany turned around while making the bread to find very-affectionate Jeremiah kissing the doll. Mwah!


Meanwhile, Zeke was zonked for a long while...


...and the next day the Armstrong Thrush Warriors pulled out socks to put on Zeke's hands; he sucks them constantly, and they may invisibly carry the nasty fungus.


He doesn't seem to mind.




Ka-pow!


Happy Zeke at 2.5 months...


...sad Daddy at the same age...

Anyone see the resemblance?

And last, a couple of daily reports.

Yesterday: Luke purported to have bees in his armpits.

Today: Luke claimed to have fly poo-poo in his eye, with an urgent need to clean it out with a wet-wipe instead of going ny-ny.

What on earth will it be tomorrow?