Pumpkin

We carved pumpkins about a month too late this year. But that's okay, because they looked nice sitting out on our doorstep for their tenure. It occurred to me when they were there that it was strange to use food as porch decorations, but then I thought of those plastic grapes and whatnot people sometimes put on their tables or wherever, and I felt better.

I actually didn't carve anything even though we got two sizeable squashes. This is because I'm afraid of knives lately (pregnancy clumsiness is a verifiable phenomenon— I've cut myself a lot). But Tim's carving was a beauty.

After the gleeful and violent attack ended, we cleaned out the insides like civilized folk. I made pumpkin puree and am going to roast the seeds in a minute.

Before I do that, though, I have to think about this question: What am I going to do with all this puree? Anybody want some?

Happy Thanksgiving!

his new look

Last night we went to Whole Foods and Tim got complimented on his new shades by a male stranger. Score.

Later, another customer standing near me greeted me. When I asked "How are you?" in return, he said earnestly "I'm happy." Both of these incidental interactions might have happened because we were at Whole Foods. Just a thought.

No really, it's a boy.

I hear the error rate for determining male gender in fetuses is a little lower than for determining female gender (which makes sense), so I wasn't exactly doubting, but I had another ultrasound today and got that confirmed. Just in case anyone was wondering.