It's Fall

While I have been comatose for the last 5 weeks the summer has slipped away and fall has come.

Last week Ryan dragged all 4 of us to Kent park for an afternoon walk on his day off.  I am glad I let him convince me to go.  I was sick, and didn't really enjoy the excursion, but I realized I was either going to be sick at home on the couch or sick at the park.  So the change of scenery and the fresh air was nice.

On our walk around the lake we passed a beautiful willow tree.  I walked behind listening to Ryan tell our children a story about their Grammy and how she had a willow tree when she was young, and how she loved this tree and would talk to it and play in its branches when she was a little girl.

Earlier that day, they hooked up a garden hose to the pool and drained it. Then Ryan took a power tool to the front yard and pruned back all our overgrown shrubs.

Jace used the stroller as his "garbage truck" and hauled all the clippings into the garage for Ryan to bag.

He invented this "garage truck" out of the blue and was thrilled to help out his dad with this project.

Ryan said it was great because it made everything go much quicker.

I am now looking  forward to October.  It promises me to be feeling better within the next three weeks I hope, and maybe a trip to Wilson's Orchard for pumpkin picking and delicious homemade apple turnovers. 

Blood and tears

 

We are still alive here in Iowa.  Ryan has taken over running the household for me because I am really out of commission right now. A few days ago, he took the kids for an evening walk.  I stayed home in bed.  Thirty minutes later I knew they were almost home because I could hear both kids crying from the street. 

 

Christopher Robin came in sporting this nasty scrape.  He tripped running down the hill while he was chasing his monster truck.  His hip and knees were scraped too.  He really wanted his Grammy Jill to know that he was hurt "really bad!"

 

Gracie had fallen while running too, but she always does, so she recovered from her trauma much faster then Jace.

 

 She took this self portrait of herself while Jace was being bathed and bandaged up.

 

 

Then their Dad read them books and put them to bed.

 

And this is what the Dr. does when he is home.