Getting Ready

We carved our pumpkins last night (obviously). Ethan thought the whole thing was great; Evan was bitter because no one would let him use the knife. We roasted the seeds and Ethan pronounced them "grossting," his own special hybrid of gross and disgusting. I can't tell if he's being funny, a la ginormus, or if he thinks it's an actual word.

Ethan is still undecided about his costume. His choices are ghost, football player, clown, or Bob the Builder. So what does he say when people ask what he wants to be? Usually, dinosaur. When the librarian asked him on Monday, he said butterfly. ("That's unique," she smiled.) Then in the car on the way home, he suggested "Mom, you can be a butterfwy and I will be a fruit bat." What?!

Here is a picture of the pumpkin we carved last year. Granted, it was in November (bed rest is so inconvenient that way). I remember that whole day so fondly. I was off bed rest and getting ready for the baby, but treasuring those last few days of solo time with Ethan. We carved that pumpkin and made pumpkin cookies and pie. We talked and I marveled at how grown-up he seemed. We had had a lot of fun together that summer, he and I, and I worried about how we were going to incorporate another person into our little team. Now our family is whole, and I am treasuring (most of) these days with two boys.