{hmm.}

Spencer came home from school sick yesterday. He had a fever into the night. 102 degrees was the tops, I think. I had told the bus driver yesterday that Spencer wouldn't be going to school today, so not to bother coming down our road to get him. I was also thinking, Yes! I can sleep in tomorrow!

.

At 6:28 this morning, Spencer came over on my side of the bed, woke me up and said that he had just said a prayer that he would feel better, and that he did. I was happy for him, really, but I just wanted to sleep. 6:28 A.M. may not seem early to a coice sum of you, but you have to realize that I was awake an unreasonable share of the night checking on a feverish 6-year-old, feeding a 5 1/2-month-old, and taking a 3-year-old back to his sleeping chamber. And it didn't help that I was up the night before until 11:45 playing Ticket to Ride with Weston.

.

Soon after Spencer's waking, Kate was up, and then Ezra. They were wide awake, and making a fair amount of ruckus playing before the time that I usually have to coerce Spencer out of bed.

.

Oh, the irony.

.

They are all cuddled up by the fire downstairs now watching Spirit. It's a lovely rainy day. More trees have changed colors and a mist is hanging around halfway up the mountain. It is quite a glorious sight- various shades and textures of grays, and darkened, dampened browns of limbs, trunks and fences contrasting the damp yellows, oranges and greens. I'm still waiting, and wanting, for some reds amongst all of that. Those are my favorite.

.

Here are some cute (and typical pants-less, gun- and horse-in-hand) shots of YoBoy Ezra - "Yo. Wassup." - from yesterday. :