We took the kids to an apple orchard today.
The same apple orchard that my parents took me to when I was their age.
We went with my brother and his family. Our kids are all the same age and I just love spending time with them, as it is rare and precious.
Jill has been excited about this trip all week (about the maximum amount of lead time I will give her for an event of this nature!). She was buzzing the whole time. There wasn't a single part that she didn't think was the greatest thing ever.
Watching her was the greatest thing ever.
She picked apples off the trees, let her uncle help her climb a ladder to pick one off the top, left the ones with holes in them for the caterpillars, and never stopped grinning.
She made a mental list of all the things we have to make with the apples that we picked. Pie, sauce, cake, crumble....
She picked an apple off the tree and ate it. Best apple ever.
Cait loved walking in the long grass. She let her daddy hold her up to the tree so she could pick an apple. I have no idea how many she ate. I do remember the sound of her laughter as she and Rob threw apples in a game of catch with the orchard dog.
Best game ever.
Jill played in the hay pile with on of her cousins while Cait discovered why you shouldn't eat cow corn with the other.
They both loved the corn maze and I loved the seriousness of the older kids as they protected us from bug-a-boos with their corn swords.
This will be a family tradtion, like it was when I was growing up.
I have no idea what I am going to do with 10 pounds of apples.
I don't care though. I was ready to pick 30 just to keep watching the kids today.
Any one want pie?