rhymes with poop

the answer is 'croup'.

that is why her cough sounds like a walrus, and her voice sounds like kathleen turner.

another feverish night, but nothing too serious,

just another childhood illness tested out for fun.

et tu edgar?

fever

i think she is feeling better.
our wee girl wan't herself last night at all. no struggling toward bed-time, no imploring for just one more book, no bouncing on the bed. she just tucked in and curled up to sleep.

later, after whispering "should we take her temperature?" to one another over her warm sleeping self, came the gravelly interjection from the subject in question...
"yes you should."

she was hot indeed, (39 C) but responded well to a dose of tylenol and a cool cloth for her head.

no more fever, but still a good reason for
a day of taking it easy with her brother in the den.

cheeky

"bacon, ham or sausage, sir?"

breakfast at pubwells.

suppertime?

would someone please inform these kids that i used to get PAID to feed people?

pick of the crop

blueberries

it is foraging season in the north. blueberries, raspberries and pincherries, sugarplums and labrador tea. there is a profusion this year, and we harvested some of the glory at the cottage last week...in bare feet yummily perfumed by the resinous scent of sweetfern and crisp wintergreen.

pincherry shrub

pincherries, enough for three jars of rosy pink jelly.

i know, i know, so where are the baby pictures...

it is also still bug season.

mud vs. lipstick

mud.

lipstick.

the choice is open to the modern girl.

just ensure that you enlist someone to hold your purse.

more boogaloo

a few more photos from clydesville

morning version of kate and nate

warm fuzzies

candlelight kids

roughing it