Careful!

H climbed on my lap at a concert we attended today. This is what he said once he got himself situated:

"Be careful, Mom -- I have hiccups."

Duly noted, little one.

Pumpkin Pies

Esther will have to tell the story of how she ended up with 70 cups worth of pumpkin purée. Here are some pictures documenting the carnage.

Baking the pumpkins:



Gutting the pumpkins:




The pumpkin carcases:



The end result, yummy homemade pumpkin pie:

Smelly, Silly

While holding my crying 4-year old...

Me: You smell nice. (Nuzzling his cozy jammies and soft fuzzy head)

H: It's because my tears smell nice. I cried and my tear saliva spread all over my face. My tear saliva smells like chocolate.