Our Adventure called Life

Sweet babies (pre-witching hour) 5pm is what I like to refer as "The Witching Hour."  At this time the kids have used up all their good behavior for the day and the volume of their voices are stuck on "High."  This is the time that sharing toys is harder, using polite words is impossible, and attention seeking measures are in overdrive.  This is..."The Witching Hour." The Witching Hour The other evening as Scott got home from work, the kids were chasing each other, screaming, and wanted to be right under our feet as I prepared dinner and Scott attempted to tell me about his day.  After repeating himself numerous time, he looked at me across the kitchen, with the activity and sounds of 2 children right in between us, and he looked tired and a little defeated.  He said, I can't hear a word I'm saying...." I felt bad.  Bad the he couldn't tell me about his day and bad that the kids were just being kids.  But then before I could form...

The other morning I woke to find our little piece of land covered in rolling fog.  The sun was nowhere to be found as the grey clouds rolled past our windows and swirled down the lane.  Paisley had never seen the fog roll like this and asked "where is this smoke coming from?"  It was beautiful and mysterious and I easily let my mind think we were in Yellowstone National Park surrounded by thermal pots. Beautiful, cool, breezy fall has settled in for the duration.  The leaves have shown off, turning brilliant colors that delighted our eyes.  Then caught up in the wind they released their grip and drifted into the surrounding fields. Before the last leaf fell from its branch, we spent a beautiful sunny day at the zoo. Nana wanted to soak up the scenery and share the day with her babies, so she joined in on the fun.  We played in the leaves and took plenty of photos.  Surprisingly there weren't many other patrons so we had the animals to ourselv...