A few pictures from this evening. Leaves are changing by the swingset. The roses love this gentle fall sunshine. A storm is supposed to arrive tomorrow so we'll see how many roses, and leaves, weather the first wet breath of winter. Until then . . .
And we are back on mission Sleeping Like a Baby. This time, we are past bedtime (yay) and trying to get through the night without mama-snacks. So far we had a major setback when he caught a fever. We are on Night Two of the Second Attempt. I am so visualizing sleep. Sleep, Ian, sleep . . .