Another busy week around here. Lots of fall fun, including a trip to the pumpkin patch. We’ve had several house-showings, which is driving us a little crazy at this point. I think we’ve given up hope of actually selling, and just wish people would leave us alone. Why do we keep giving free tours of our home to people who will just say things like “oh, it’s so cute! We just love it! But we needed an extra bathroom.” Or first-floor bedroom, or extra square footage, or garage…it’s always something that we clearly didn’t have based on the information in our listing, but for some reason people want to come see it (and not buy it) anyway.
This photo was an accident–he looked away as I was taking it, but isn’t his hat adorable next to the real pumpkins? I made that for him last year. I’d just made a similar one for Dorothy and she insisted the new baby would need one too. Obviously she was right. Speaking of her being right, today she was putting on her ruby slippers and talking to my mother-in-law. She said, “when I wear these shoes, people always say, ‘are you Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz?’ But I’m like, ‘ummmm, no, I’m Dorothy from the city.’”
When did she become such a teenager? She also seems to have a particular interest in a boy from school, in a way that seems to indicate to me that she’s got a budding awareness of “special” boy/girl relationships. She always tells me what he’s up to, talks about him often, and last night after church choir (which they also both participate in) she said, “C. sat next to me at choir, then I patted his back, and he went [ insert giggle silly face with tongue sticking out and full body wiggle]. Then after choir I gave him three different hugs.” Oh my!
Today we made cookies, without boys. (Except Worth, I guess, who was kept happy with pea crisps while we baked.) The last few years I have tried several different recipes for pumpkin cookies, but to be frank they all sort of suck. I mean, the are edible, they made from butter and sugar after all. But they aren’t good like pumpkin-bread-in-cookie-form or anything. Today I thought I’d try a different route and make a recipe for applesauce cookies, but sub in pumpkin. I also added pumpkin pie spice, and substituted chocolate chips for the recommended raisins. They taste good but are too chewy, and the bottoms basically scraped right off when I severed them from the cookie sheet they were stuck to. Parchment might have helped with the release, but not the texture. I think it must be hard to develop a pumpkin cookie recipe because of all the moisture in cooked pumpkin. If anyone has one, please let me know!
In between house-showings and pumpkin patches this week I did something that makes me feel really smug and obnoxious–I ordered my Christmas cards! I know it’s early, but it was this gorgeous afternoon, the kids were playing out front, and from the basement I’d just unearthed the holiday dress I’d purchased on clearance last year for Dorothy. It has a matching dress for her doll, which is always extra special. Dorothy saw it and had herself and her dolly dressed in no time, so I popped the baby into this little fleece Santa suit left from Dorothy’s babyhood, and clicked away. I got adorable photos of both kids in their holiday get-ups, so I figured I might as well finish the task while I was on it and selected a pretty photo card online. Now bring it on, season-accelerating commercial world, I’m ready for you! Before you even change your displays from spooky to Santa, my holiday cards are done. Pow!
I am a dork, but you are reading my blog–please love me anyway.