Last year we ended up with a ridiculous amount of apples. (It's pretty mind boggling to look back at that post and see that she was still drinking bottles, not walking, not even standing independently, and just learning to sign milk. My my, how much can change in a year.)
This year, ever so slightly less.
(By the time I took this picutre I had already starting a big crockpot of applesauce, so we really had a 1 bowl decrease from 2011-2010.)
What can I say? The sweet cidery smell of the apples that have already fallen under the tree, the cool-enough-for-long sleeves weather, the sun shining down on us . . . it's hard not to stay for hours. And then it happens subconciously . . . while I'm still here, I may as well just pick a few more apples . . . that one is so nice and pink . . . I wonder if I can reach that one up so high . . . and so on until we're overflowing a bit.
For two years now, Dave says a lot of "Just a few more!" while we're picking . . . and then "Holy cow, that's a lot of apples" as I'm hoisting them out of the stroller and onto the counter to pay. At least applesauce freezes well.
Last year, Maya mostly traveled in the stroller. This year, she walked :)
No big deal! I'm nearly a professional faller :)
She tried apples for the first time in feeding therapy this week (and was able to chew them!). Talk about perfect timing.
This was primarily apple licking, but it's still super cute.
I love hanging out with my cousin!
A good time was had by the whole family :)
Maya! I swear, once this kid learns a joke she never forgets it. Ever.