What to do with Evan? The things this boy can do in 30 seconds amazes me. I was in the kitchen putting groceries away when Evan comes inside spitting and saying, "yuck, Mommy." I noticed he had something around his mouth. I smelt it and was immediately convinced that he had eaten animal feces. When I had him show me what he ate all I could think was, "Are you kidding me?" He had actually put a straw in a pole hole and drank the sludge. I couldn't decide whether to cry, panic, laugh, or throw-up. Poor Evan was so grossed out. I had to brush his teeth three times to get him to stop trying to spit the taste out. I quickly called the doctor thinking he was surely going to become ly ill. The doctor, however, didn't share my concerns and said he should be fine. Now, whenever we pass the hole, Evan gives me a disgusted look and says, "No, no, no mom." Bottoms up!
When October rolled around I convinced myself that I would make it up to Apple Hill for the kids to pick pumpkins. Every time I thought it would be a good day to go, something came up. The other day I was at Trader Joe's where they had a huge pumpkin stand which Evan thought was really cool. So on a 90 degree day with an island band playing in the background, we picked our pumpkins. Definitely not Apple Hill, but the kids didn't seem to care. I am surprised the pumpkins survived long enough to be carved. I had them out the front door and Evan was convinced they were balls. Every chance he got, he tried to roll them down my parents front steps. We had a great time. After all, being together as a family is all that really matters.
