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On a sunny afternoon walk with the boys today, we stopped to check out my friend Annette’s garden (remember her–the one who turned her entire front yard into a city farm and introduced me to the amazingness that is French sorrel?). Carson, my 2 year old went wild for her three big orange pumpkins sprawling out onto the sidewalk. (He whispered in my ear, “I want to eat them.” The kid is on an eating kick. He wants to eat everything. More on that in another post.)

Annette sent us home with on gargantuan zucchini, an acorn squash (which is too beautiful to eat, I’ve decided) and a genius idea that I can’t believe I’ve never thought to try. Her 3 year old,  she said, goes through picky-eating stages. Lately, all he wants is pancakes! So, she makes big batches of homemade (and of course, healthy!) pancakes and then freezes them in batches. All you have to do is pluck one out of a Ziplock bag and toss it in the toaster. Brilliant, right? So you know what I did? I walked straight home and made pancakes. Here’s a recipe for the most satisfying little whole-wheat banana-cinnamon pancakes and photos of my pancake-crazed afternoon…



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So first I tell you about my fall fashion faves, and now I’m blabbering on about autumnal things again. Think I’m ready for a season change? After the long and windy road of this summer (which will forever be known as The Summer of Real Estate), the answer is yes. As I’m writing tonight, I have my office window propped open here in Seattle, and there’s a cool breeze spilling in–cool as in, it has a little bite to it. I love it. Don’t get me wrong, I think summer is fine, but I absolutely love fall. The sweaters. The leaves. The wood-burning fire smell. The pumpkins. The pumpkin-spice muffins, lattes (P.S. They’ve just arrived at Starbucks!), well, anything pumpkin-flavored. Squash, of all kinds. Fall TV shows. Slower-paced evenings. Candle light. Soup. Apples and cinnamon. The countdown to Christmas. Rain boots. Scarves. I’ll take them all. (I’m not alone, other bloggers seem to be bitten by fall too, like Stephanie, who keeps the beautiful blog Nie Nie Dialogues). More ramblings, and an update…



Every so often an idea comes along that hits me in a gazzam sort of way. Here's the deal, on my Mac computer screen right now, I have all these little sticky notes describing baby and child "moments"--little anecdotes and milestones I hope will find their way to a scrapbook when I get some time. So when I saw a post over on the beautiful blog Inchmark about an idea for a "magical thinking jar," I was totally sold: "Children say the funniest things, yet all too often, I seem to forget them after a day or two," writes blogger Brooke Reynolds. "I'll start telling my husband.. "C said the funniest thing



ss_breadjamfrancesToday I took my boys to the library. It’s what you do when your kids are fussy and you have no more tricks up your sleeve. You strap them into their car seats, and you drive–to a drive-thru Starbucks, maybe, where you take a few deep breaths, and then, if they’re lucky (and if you’re adequately caffeinated), you end up somewhere fun: like the park or the library, which is where we wound up today. But I had no idea I’d end up finding a long-lost treasure …



I'm blogging about splurges and happiness (how's that for a combo) tomorrow on Vitamin G, and I feel compelled to tell you that I just spent an ungodly amount of money on a high chair and all of its special add-ons and bells and whistles. Why, you ask? Because I wanted a prettier one. That's all. After two years and two kids, I finally ordered the high chair I've always wanted. Russell, my 5 month old, is going to be eating real food soon (here we go again!), and I decided it was time for a cuter chair at our table. So we traded up. Did I have to spend a small fortune on the thing? No. Should I have saved my money? Yes. Is my husband a little perplexed by this purchase? Uh huh. And a little irritated? Maybe. Would I consider returning it? Not a chance. P.S. It's a white Stokke Tripp Trap high chair. Cute, huh? [Photo: Stokke]