After we'd gotten our fill of Old Fashioned Day, we loaded into the minivan for a trip to the Pumpkin Patch with our local FCC. Lydia napped on the way there, and woke up ready to go! We ended up with 4 pumpkins which were all small enough for Lydia to carry. Last night she'd hand one to me and say, "That's yours, Mommy." Then there was one for Daddy, one for Lydia, and one for Gege. Oddly, mine was a little taller and had a longer stem than Daddy's did. Maybe it was the freckles that made it mine. Who knows? Lydia's was the smallest of them all, and it is so cute!