So as to be on top of things, I made our Thanksgiving pies tonight, one pumpkin and one key lime. I was in a bit of a hurry, but I still took the time to cut out an adorable pastry turkey wearing a pilgrim hat for the top of the pumpkin pie. The filling seemed thicker than usual, but whatever. Pies are baked and ready to cool. Done and done. Then I’m putting away the two cans of evaporated milk I bought, one for the pie and one for the mac and cheese. Wait a minute. Why are there still two?

Crikey. I made the stupid pie, probably the simplest recipe ever, with no evaporated milk. I tasted it to be sure, and it does in fact taste bad. So, my first ever pie with cutout just went into the trash, and I have to make another one in the morning. Falco wakes up before dawn, so I should be awake in plenty of time to bake and cool it in time to eat it by 1:00 or so. If not, the key lime pie seems to be in order.

I’m a total goof sometimes.

I think I mentioned that Falco started sleeping out of his crib lately. He’s done so well at it that I ordered his fire truck bed. I have shown him the picture and explained that it will replace the crib, and he’s way into it. He asks to see the picture a lot and often says, “Fire truck bed coming.” Of course he needs new bedding to go along with it, and of course I can’t resist anything custom made, so I found Punkey Monkey on Etsy. She can make a toddler bed set with a fabric of my choosing, and I found this adorable import from Japan. They had just enough left in stock to make the set, and I can’t wait to get it!

After I placed my order, I wondered what other Japanese fabrics are out there, and I found super buzzy. All I can say is, I wish I had a smidge of creativity and more than remedial sewing skills so that I could make tons of things out of all these fabrics. Let’s all remember that I was doing good to sew these hockey-stick stockings, and that’s probably my finest work. I’ll have to head back to Etsy to see what talented people could make me with this. It’s on sale!

Let’s just say I still had readers even though my blogging frequency has dwindled to every couple of weeks at best. Then, let’s imagine that said readers wanted to comment on my thought-provoking posts. I would then tell those commenters that they should avoid using brand names of drugs in their comments to avoid having their much-wanted input deleted immediately. You see, I’m facing a serious problem with comment spam, and the only way I have figured out how to get rid of it is blacklist drug names. Oh, and “rolex,” which is apparently also very spam worthy. So, I’m just warning you now, try to avoid writing about pharmaceutical agents or ridiculously expensive watches in your comments, but please DO comment. I love to know that I’m writing to someone besides myself.

So, Falco has been sleeping out of his crib lately, mostly for naps and sometimes for overnight. (We either put his crib mattress on the floor or use an inflatable bed while we’re waiting for his toddler bed to get here.) This morning he got up before me but couldn’t get his snap diaper off to use the potty, so by the time he called for me, his diaper was way, way soaked. Tonight I put him in a pull-up and told him a few times that in the morning he could use the bathroom on his own if he got up before me.

Apparently the message got through because I just went to check on him before bed, and he was sound asleep with his blanket covering him, but his pants and diaper were off and he used the potty in his room before going to sleep. Cute (and impressive)! To prevent a bed wetting situation, I put his dipe back on, and he barely woke up during the process. We’ll see what happens in the morning.

We had a pretty fun Halloween, and I have the photos to prove it. Falco was a turkey, or a chicken according to most people. He was a real sport about keeping his costume on, just like last year. He had four opportunities to wear it, at the zoo, at school, on actual Halloween, and at a day-after party at our house. We’re hoping to still get more use out of the turkey suit for Thanksgiving, though that seems a little weird since we will be eating said bird.

Seriously, is this my child? I have no memory of having a tiny, angelic, sleeping baby. It must have happened, but now I only know him as a wild toddler who uses the potty and hits me when he’s mad and asks to draw with markers and talks about how nice he is. Sadly, in two years, I won’t remember this time and will only know him as a preschooler who does whatever four year olds do. *sniff*