Apple Picking 2011

This morning BB and I went apple picking with our moms & tots group. There was a slight crisp of a chill in the air so we bundled up not being sure how the weather would treat us for a morning outdoors.

In all honesty BB may have been over dressed, but then again she never seemed overly warm either.

And how cute does she look in her fall finest?

We may have spent more time taking pictures than picking apples.

But it’s hard to focus on all that manual labor when there’s such a pretty little model walking around.

Of course I had to get the obligatory picture of BB with the giant apple sign to show how tall she is.

Here’s a trip down memory lane…

This is a picture of MM at the same sign just two years ago! Now that little cutie is in kindergarten and it was just me and BB left to the task of picking all our apples!

We did okay.

As long as I didn’t mind stopping every two feet or so to pick up rocks and pick at dead apples. And wipe dead apple germs off her hands with wet wipes. Thank god for wet wipes.

To be honest, we did more than okay. I’ve commented in the past that our previous apple picking excursions didn’t really live up to the hype. They were down right stressful. I may have blamed my husband.

I think it’s the only bad thing I can say about him – I don’t like apple picking with him. I was right. This year I went with just little BB and actually had a good time. They apples weren’t the best – slim pickings man! – but the experience was pretty rocking. We had a good time.

So, now we know. Apple picking is a mommy thing. A special treat that can only be shared with a very special mommy who doesn’t mind standing around while her little one digs in the dirt and plays with rocks and does her thing. It’s all good.

It just gives me more time to take pictures! ::evil laughter::

Oh and did I mention there were goats?

We had a great time, took some great pictures and hopefully picked some tasty apples. I’m planning to turn most of them into a pie or two – hopefully the sugar will distract from the fact that none of the apples look all that perfect apple-like. I always feel like we’ve come at the wrong time of the year but I think next year we’ll try a different farm just to see the difference.

Oh before I go – how about some pretty pictures that my little girl isn’t in, just to mix things up a bit?