I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve written! The summer flew, and October… seriously, what happened to October? It was half over before I realized I hadn’t gotten my Halloween decorations out of the attic yet, and by then I could hardly see the point. This was the first year The Boy has really gotten into the spirit of things, though, which was fun. After going trick-or-treating at the farmers’ market on Main Street this past weekend, he could hardly wait to put his costume back on last night.
So, part of the reason I’ve been so absent from here is that The Boy will be joined by Another Boy somewhere around February 24! We’re all very excited, although he has only just come to terms with the fact that he’s not getting the baby sister he was convinced was coming. They’ll be the first set of brothers on my side of the family in a couple of generations, though, so I’m looking forward to seeing that dynamic.
Ben has been working hard over the past month, basically gutting and rebuilding the room we plan to use as a nursery. It’s right next to our room and was once a screened porch that was later closed in and turned into a sunroom. It still had the same wood siding as the exterior of the house and a very odd window into our bedroom. Two of the large windows also looked out into the carport, which wouldn’t have been there when the room was built and didn’t exactly offer a nice view or any additional light. Anyway, although I was initially worried about having it ready in time, Ben has been getting the work done very quickly. He’s pulled down the siding, taken out the two carport windows and closed that wall in, put up drywall, replaced the window from our room with a door, painted, installed new flooring, replaced the light fixture, taken out the old sliding glass door from the living room and replaced it with double French doors, and he’s almost done replacing all the baseboards and crown moldings. I’m so very grateful to have a husband who can do all of that and do it beautifully. Now when you walk into the room, it’s bright and clean, and there are four 3’x6′ windows that look out into the woods. It will be a wonderful room for our Boys.
Because I was sick and super-sensitive to smells until very recently, Ben has been taking care of all the outdoor animals. I just reclaimed those duties about two weeks ago, and I’ve quickly fallen back in love with my chickens. I’ve been bringing one into the house every few days for the The Boy to pet and coo over, and they’re always so sweet and calm. My older hens have been molting, and the new ones are just starting to lay, so we’ve only started getting eggs again in the past 10 days. Yesterday we were up to 11, and I think the girls are quickly getting back to earning their keep.
The unusually cold weather of the past week or so has me preparing for winter like one of the crazy squirrels scurrying around our front yard. I made a batch of apple butter in the slow cooker a couple of nights ago, and I’m thinking I’ll probably need to make at least three more batches just to keep Ben and The Boy supplied for the next few months. In fact, the first words out of The Boy’s mouth the last two mornings have been, “Mommy, could I please have some apple butter?” At this rate, I see our stash dwindling quickly.
Still, I’m grateful he loves real food so much. When we took him to the market for candy on Saturday, he wanted a sweet potato from the first booth instead of chocolate. And the night before that, he asked me to make him spinach. For dessert. And he ate it. He prefers steamed broccoli to french fries, and roasted turkey to hot dogs. And in the grocery store, he gets very excited in the produce section. A few weeks ago, he was calling out to everyone who passed us, “Look! I found garlic!” We joke that we have a 3-year-old food snob. I could see him becoming a chef, though, if only so he could wear the hat. It will be interesting to see if his little brother shares his palate. Based on the cravings I’ve been having, this kid will probably come out asking for a spicy curry and some chilaquiles.