The little people and all their glory!

Once upon a time we had a week where it was fall. A glorious thing for Idaho.  So we set out to Grandpa's house and we played outside in the crisp air in whatever we could find.

                                              And fall is not complete without honey crisp apples.

To keep Grandpa warm we must put him to work dragging the baby t-rex and the ever questionative (it's a word, spell check lies) 4 year old around the yard.

To burn off some of that 4 year old's energy we must also put her to work as well.

(T-rex's can't pull wagons as well, they have short arms.  Don't worry she'll grow into them.)

                                                      T-rex's think that they can mow the lawn tho....

                                           They both have their boots on, it's only fitting.

                  And every now and again we're cool parents and let them do fun crafty things.

       We made ghosts with cotton balls and pumpkins with orange paper.  Truly a magical October  craft!

This is the crazy person that I live with.  She's a nut!

Lucy was carrying her baby around the house and insisted that I take a picture so that you could see. You're welcome.

One fine day during Zoey's nap Lucy was feeling creative.  I had wrapped something in tissue paper so that box of wrapping materials was left out.

She got a hold of he tissue paper and her fashionista instincts kicked in and she made a princess dress complete with a crown and stickers.

I encouraged her to add a belt, my fashionista juices were flowing as well.

She even posed for the photos like a true model.

These photo's are from Oct. but I"m actually posting this on Nov. 30th.  Lucy roo started to get sick on Thanksgiving day.  Luckily not with the pukes. She had a sore throat and was losing her voice.  She's a very sweet girl and oh so compassionate but man that girl can wail.

 By the next day she had lost her voice and could only speak in tiny whispers.

She was up a lot in the night because her head, throat, arms, legs hurt.  So that was sad and exhausting.

The next day though I'm thinking out of all the ailments that the girls have had this is my "favorite".  

She's so quiet.

It's like I only have one child again.

Don't worry Zoey makes up for the added silence tho.

Lucy's sitting on the couch watching a show and Clay and I are in the kitchen preparing breakfast.  The other little midget is running around the house like a crazy person, per usual.

I look over in Lucy's direction and I see the back of her head bobbing and I ask her if she's crying.

She squeaks out this tiny little "yes".

She wanted orange juice.

You guys all think I'm cruel because I'm enjoying the silence but you don't know how many times this sensitive little girl can cry a day.  Not I'm sad tears fall down my face cry. I mean the sobbing, the world is ending cry.

AND with this sickness has come cuddles.

Oh, all the cuddles a Mom and Dad could ask for!

Of course I miss the happy little girl and I can't wait for her to get better.  But if I'm going to have a sick child, I'm finding the positives and this is way better than the pukes and squirts. Am I right?

*one last story, I promise.*

Lucy's sitting on the couch and I ask her if she lost her voice.

L: nods, "Yes."

T:"Well where did it go?"

L: Motions with her hands, starts with her hand at her face and slides down to her legs. "It went out"

T: Well do you think you're ever going to find it?

L: She just laughs at me.

And on another note she is doing much better today, she is making improvements.