Our Friday.

This past Thursday night was like any other.

Adler letting dad know that it's time to harvest the oats

as soon as Brock goes to bed

(knowing that's the only time

he can get out the 'deadly sharp, rusty' elevator)

& get some more oats in his silo.

He wants it full.

I don't.

Imagine that mess if he spills it.

And you know at some point he will.

Lucky me when that happens.

And oh yes, it's a big production.

Then the poor little guy had the worst night.

Throwing up all night.

Between the bed changes & pajama changes

we got NO sleep.

Then it was morning & Brockwas his usual self

playing & being a sweet boy

lining up the trains like his big brother showed him.

Too bad he couldn't pull the trains on the carpet

without them coming apart!

It was so darn cute.

Olivia was very concerned for Adler the whole day.

So they both laid by each other

ALL day.

This was Adler in the morning.

In the mid morning

Lunch time.

And during lunch time for Brock

he decided it was fainlly the BIG day

to feed himself.

What a mess,

but how fun!

(he was wondering what was wrong with Adler all day too.)

Early afternoon.

And still sleeping.

Brock in the meantime

was getting into trouble

twisting himself around our curtains.

Little squirrel!

And the late afternoon was filled with

lots of this...

Little House on the Prairie!

And Adler loves it.

I love him.

p.s. he felt all better by Saturday.