I'm still in October

P. walked around the pumpkin patch, picked up a pumpkin, walked around, threw the pumpkin on the ground, picked up a different one, threw that one on the ground, etc., until he found this one. He picked it, turned right around and walked right out of the pumpkin patch. I guess he has his own methods.

He decided one day that he didn't want to leave the house without wearing the R2-D2 "hat." (it was left over from the awesome costume my mom made D. when she was little) He wore it everywhere that day, including picking up I. from school (notice he's wearing her backpack). Did I ever mention how he freaks out if anyone else tries to bring in I.'s backpack? The moment she steps out of class, he insists on carrying it himself (he did this all of last year, too). Sometimes people tell him what a strong boy he is, other people laugh, and some people look at me like I'm a child slave-driver.



D.'s first field trip (well, in Elementary school, anyway). They went to the pumpkin patch, and the battery in my camera died. Waaaaah for me. :(