September has brought strep throat and a stomach bug, new eyeglasses for Joseph, and more frequent visits to the doctor for me since we're nearing Baby O's debut. I look like I'm going to have a baby at any moment, but have six weeks to go.
We've started our Tuesday afternoons with Grandma Donna again, which the kids look forward to. I also look forward to them and have gotten an unbelievable amount done on my dissertation proposal. I hope to defend the proposal before the University committee and send it on up the approval chain before the baby arrives. That might be a bit over-ambitious, but it gives me something to work toward.
Marc's pumpkins and butternut squash have exploded and our crop is overflowing the backporch. Tomatoes are still coming in too, but Abigail loves to help pick them when they are still green. Good excuse for fried green tomatoes, Joseph reminds me.
The weather has turned cooler--enough to allow for baking and soups with all those squash family foods we keep harvesting. Last night's Thai pumpkin soup was a bust--I was severely disappointed when the "taste test" bite gave me heartburn so I had to skip it for dinner. But the black bean pumpkin soup continues to be a hit; my friend Joelle brought this to us when Abigail was born--it has been a favorite of mine since. Today I made some homemade granola and muffins (in addition to dinner of cheese enchiladas, rice, and a big pot of black beans), but didn't quite make it to the granola bar recipe I was going to try for the first time.
We celebrated the official arrival of fall (Joseph is our keeper of the seasons) and I received a "Happy First Day of Fall" card decorated with beautiful leaves and a truck carrying raking equipment from my little man. We still have some apple picking (and eating) to do before we move ahead to October....
|The pumpkin and squash harvest (early on)|
|Abigail sitting among the pumpkin vines in the backyard eating her banana muffin. She loves to be outside.|