Elle and Owen were whooping it up in the leaves the other night, of course I had to grab my camera. They were jumping, laughing and throwing leaves at one another. It was pretty sweet. Owen would bury himself in the leaves and Elle would say, “Where Owen go?”. He’d spring up and scare the living daylights out of her. They would have a little leaf fight and then Elle would stop abruptly, look at herself and say “Mess!”. She’d get all the leaf pieces off of her shirt and pants and then start all over again.