Our friend LuAnn planted pumpkins this year and invited Sam over to pick out his first pumpkin. I thought it might be a bit more of a production as he played in the gravel, dirt and tried to eat the flowers. Nope. He walked right over to one, pointed to it and was done.
Quite different than his first pumpkin adventure, when we drove out to a local farm with my mom and Sam as a brand new baby. I insisted on getting pictures of him with a pumpkin, too bad we picked the ones with bird poo splatters. But hey, we got the picture.
You know, for the scrapbook. The one I might not ever finish since it's not even started yet.