I always went apple picking growing up. Then we’d come home and make apple pies and cinnamon rolls with the leftover pie crust. I love it, and it seems like great kick off to fall – and one of my favorite parts of having a family is building our own traditions and memories.
After the drought this year, there weren’t tons of apples, but we went and picked our peck.
A belly pic, since I have been so painfully negligent at documenting this pregnancy. 25 weeks this week!
This is the part during apple picking where the girls were so ridiculously cute with this cat that I instantly became sure that our family was in need of another feline.
This is why it’s good that these are the kinds of decisions that we let sit for a while.
The girls looooved the chickens (although I didn’t walk away thinking we needed a chicken.) Especially Tootaw. She said the chickens were her favorite part of apple picking.
So proud that she picked her own apple!
Sylvia: These apples are so heavy! Let’s do teamwork!
In our family, no trip anywhere would be complete without doing some swinging.
My (very small) daredevil.
Our loot. Which turned into a very tasty pie.