Welcome to the private blog everyone! Thanks for letting me know you're still interested.
This weekend, it was rain-y. Therefore, my kids were going nuts, wanting to be outside. We did manage to make it outside to pick apples Saturday morning. I LOVE picking apples. It is a family tradition in the fall. I tried picking apples once in Colorado, but it just wasn't quite the same. The trees here are loaded, and the apples are big, delicious, and perfect. My kids loved it.
We also bought apple cider at the orchard. Later, we made apple crisp and apple sauce. Please, does anyone know if there are delicious apples in Texas?
This weekend, it was rain-y. Therefore, my kids were going nuts, wanting to be outside. We did manage to make it outside to pick apples Saturday morning. I LOVE picking apples. It is a family tradition in the fall. I tried picking apples once in Colorado, but it just wasn't quite the same. The trees here are loaded, and the apples are big, delicious, and perfect. My kids loved it.
We also bought apple cider at the orchard. Later, we made apple crisp and apple sauce. Please, does anyone know if there are delicious apples in Texas?
Dottie was definitely in a posing mood that day . . .
I like to call the next few pictures "Renaissance Dottie" because she's posing like a girl in a Renaissance painting.
This is Elliot when we first came to the apple orchard. He was saying, "Ball? Ball?" continuously.
Grandma and Dottie. Let's be honest . . . Grandma picked most of the apples herself while the kids ran a muck.
It was very wet from the previous night's rain. Elliot kept on falling on the wet grass, so by the time we left, he was soaking. Both kids had a bath when we got home.
Elliot "picked" these two apples off of the ground and carried them around. They weren't very savory looking. I guess I should mention that he kept putting his mouth on them . . . oops. My bad.