The great little pumpkin

Charlotte has been talking nonstop about "puh-kins" for the past few days, so when I found myself with her at the grocery store this afternoon after her nap (NEVER her best time of day) I knew just what to do. We swung by the gourds section of the vegetable aisle and picked up a 99-cent baby pumpkin for her to hold during the shopping trip. It worked like a charm. She cradled it like a baby, petted it, kissed it, waved it around, showed it to people, and repeated "PUH-KIIIIIIIN!" over and over and over and over. It was better than her fussing and insisting on being held while I steered a heavy shopping cart in my eighth month of pregnancy (yes, we have done this several times). At the very least, it was worth the 99 cents it cost to take that slobbery orange lifesaver home.

Here is CJ with her beloved pumpkin. This was taken immediately after a smooch, so just imagine her still making the joyous "MWAH!" sound that one makes after an enthusiastic kiss.