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Hasch Family's First Annual Pumpkin Carving Night

Yes, I know Benjamin is two years old and he is about to celebrate his third Halloween. However, this is the first year he had his own pumpkin to carve, for two reasons: 1) he is old enough to understand the concept, and 2) we grew a boatload of the giant orange gourds in our garden this summer. Since we had such a bountiful crop, we invited the cousins and grandparents over for some chili (I thought it was fitting that the secret ingredient was pumpkin ), cornbread, and a little jack-o-lantern fun. Did you know that you can't use just any ol' knife for pumpkin carving? Here I thought my Henkles knife set would work just fine, but apparently I was wrong. After a few moments of panic (I hate not being prepared, especially when three adorable little faces were staring at me, the pumpkins all lined up in front of them), Nathan came to the rescue by running to the store and buying a couple of kits, complete with utensils and patterns. While he did that, the ...

30 Weeks!

I'm starting to really feel this pregnancy, and not in a good way. The perpetual side ache, the extremely sore feet, cramping calves, and poor sleep make for one unhappy mama. However, when I feel our little baby squirm around and watch his little fists and feet pummel my stomach, I forget the pain, if even for just a moment. I sure hope these last ten weeks fly by so we can meet our little peanut. Touching baby brother Benjamin: "Baby brother come out!"

Guy's Weekend

When Nathan and I first met (over 9 years ago!) his main vehicle was his beloved Toyota pick-up. He had begun transforming it into a true 4-wheeling rig, something that I knew nothing about at the time. All I know is that for some reason, my new boyfriend got a thrill out of driving over big rocks and through rivers and mud. In fact, our first couple of dates included just that. I pretended to enjoy it, but truth be told, I inwardly questioned the point of this...uh...sport? Activity? Hobby? Whatever one might call it, I just didn't see the fun. However, like all girls usually do at some point in their lives (especially when we are young and impressionable), I faked interest so he would like me. Pause for a moment-That actually looks dumber when I type it out than when I just think it silently in my head. Sometimes I just shake my head at my moronic teenage self. Faking interest for a boy? Honestly. But I digress. So that first summer we met, Nathan and I spent a fair...