21 Weeks

Last week we had our 20 week ultra sound of little Ella and were so glad to see her and know that she is growing healthy and strong. Ella refused to show us her face and kept turning away from the picture even after I changed my position. All we managed to get were pictures of her legs and torso. This week she is supposedly around ten inches long, and I have enjoyed feeling her kick and move a lot more in the last two weeks. 

The ultra sound tech pointed out her toes to us and mentioned that they seemed "quite long." If you have ever seen Kyle's feet you know his toes are very long. 

Here is the best picture we could get of her face. 

We celebrated Thanksgiving this week with the Allens but I failed to take any pictures. It rained on and off that day, which was really nice. We also spent time outside throwing an American football around. We enjoyed some traditional Thanksgiving food (minus turkey) and ate delicious homemade pumpkin and chocolate pies. We have much to be thankful for this year!

Baptism Sunday

A few Sundays ago we had a Baptism service at church. We have about two of these services a year, and this week Kyle was doing the dunking and helped baptize 15 people. In the past, a baptism class  was required before you got baptized at UCF. It was a three Sundays and explained the theology of Baptism. This time around, the pastors (Kyle, Trey, Ben and Patrick) developed a six week "Basic Beliefs" class that everyone who was getting Baptized had to attend. The class covered topics like "How to Read your Bible," "Spiritual Disciplines," and "Spiritual Gifts." This basic beliefs class will become a regular "training ground" at UCF for those wanting to go deeper in their faith. It was great to celebrate the commitments that these believers made.  

I have always loved Baptism services, I normally get choked up and shed a few happy tears. Even though right now I am easily crying over little things, due to these pregnancy hormones, I did not cry this Sunday. I think the main reason for that was having an 18 month old who was on the verge of tears himself because he was watching his daddy in the water and he wasn't able to join him. Obie and I were standing in the back watching and all he could do was whine for "da-da, wa-wa" (daddy, water) while rubbing his belly (the sign for please). I walked up closer to take some pictures and that calmed him down quite a bit. I told Obadiah that if he became a Christian he could go in the little pool with daddy, one day :)