The cast:

Big, Bad Three Year Old Brother

Sweet, Innocent 18 month Sister:

What you don't hear in this picture is the "May I have some, Please?" that did precede the following scenario:

Don't think she is so sweet as she proceeded to storm after him screaming "MINE":

Then, the 3 yr old delighted in aggravating, resulting in the following scenario:
Timeout.

Sister comes to keep him company.

They'll figure it out by the time their adults and be best friends.

Hopefully it will happen a little sooner...

In the meantime, I'll play referee and laugh a lot behind their backs.

Playing favorites

Daddy to JG: "Elloree is my favorite little girl!"

JG to Daddy: "Mommy is mine"

Ahhhh, melt.

In Fall....

"In November", Cynthia Rylant says, "the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and a pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year."

How could I resist then, waking up this morning in the sleet and cold and cloud and toasting oats and pecans, grating frozen butter, zesting an orange. The result: maple glazed pecan scones that my children will hardly touch. (More for me.) And JG saying as he came downstairs, 'are we having ORANGE for breakfast?' Which we did.