On Wednesday we corralled She Who Runs, loaded our car with yummy snacks, and timed a little road trip {coinciding with nap time = smart parents} to
Apple Hill. Wugs, time to see where apples come from. Trees! And after meandering along the sweet country roads and thinking out loud about how awesome it would be to live in the country we found a u-pick farm. We surprised Mila with her wagon; she hasn't used her wagon in months since starting to walk, but oh, was she thrilled at the little reunion.
Hey wagon, look what I can do now! I can step away from you and I don't fall!
We set off into the apple orchard and Mila seemed to know
exactly what to do. She picked up apple after apple after apple off the
ground, setting them in her beloved wagon. Pointing and squealing,
walking and stooping and picking. We didn't have the heart to tell her
that the apples off the ground weren't good so in a sneaky switcheroo
move I distracted her while Steve dumped her apples out and put his
basket in. I think she was onto us, though. That Wugs is a smart cookie.
And now let the apple-picking pictures commence. After all,
it's another first for us.
We set off into the apple orchard and Mila seemed to know
exactly what to do. She picked up apple after apple after apple off the
ground, setting them in her beloved wagon. Pointing and squealing,
walking and stooping and picking. We didn't have the heart to tell her
that the apples off the ground weren't good so in a sneaky switcheroo
move I distracted her while Steve dumped her apples out and put his
basket in. I think she was onto us, though. That Wugs is a smart cookie.
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