the ill pill

the echols are collectively loyal to just a few things: pecan pie, frank lloyd wright and the beastie boys.

here's our budding mike-d, with congestion and a 102.5 temp and performing time to get ill.

1. i'm not sure where she got that thumb thing.
 2. the lyrics are "what's the time, it's time to get ill".

sick as a stick

the flu blew through our house the last two weeks, we didn't even go to thanksgiving in austin this year. margaret hosted thanksgiving in shifts to sequester the sick and healthy.

for four days, em watched shaun the sheep (thanks john john)

 or found a dog to lay beside.

sick kids are sad.

his and hers

some updated pictures of the house...

the stone is almost complete around the house, next will be the cedar siding.

 stone will go around the door way as well, which jse says will keep it from looking like a mobile home. some people compare their homes to tuscan villas or a swiss chalet. we like to keep things humble.

 this is the 7x7 "storm shelter". there used to be framing on this part of the house but jose ran the tractor through the wall.

 at age 3 1/2, this is not the first tractor she's driven, no surprise here.

 the left window is esther margaret's, the right is a guest room.