Apple Picking

So, Sunday morning Melissa and I loaded up Harlie and Cooper and went to Carter Mountain Orchard to meet Tom, Matt, and the kids. Just in case you haven't been - you should know that it's hilly. Really hilly. So strollers are challenging. But the fresh donuts made it worth it. And it was fun. And now we'll be able to eat fresh picked apples. Until we puke.

Cooper would be in this picture, but Tom was in some invisible race and left us in the dust.







See, here he is. Oh, it was so funny. He took a couple of tumbles down the hill. I mean, just a few feet, nothing serious. Like I said it was really hilly. One of his tumbles he was literally head over feet. Strangers laughed, I laughed, we all laughed. He was fine. Really.



Tom helped Harlie pick some apples. She was fond of this one and held it in her hands for the rest of the trip. And she pretended to eat it a few times.



Just the girls hanging by the pumpkins. Abby and Isabella gave Harlie that t-shirt for her birthday. Love it!





The Grossman's on the hayride.



And us on the hayride.



Me and Cooper, looking thrilled.



Okay kids, squnch up your faces! Perfect!





Another good day. I hope the kids had fun. And I hope they sleep good tonight. Although despite all reasons Harlie should be tired, she was wide awake until 11:30pm. She's the nuttiest kid ever.

That's it for tonight. More tomorrow!
Thanks,
Christy