Every year, M’s company hosts an apple-picking day at a nearby(ish) apple orchard. Perfect fall outing with the apples already paid for? Count me in.
Of course, I packed up our giant bag full of “necessities,” and then had to leave them all in the car. Though she’s come a long way, Ellie is still not a reliable fan of the stroller, so this was an all-Ergo outing. While I technically had my hands free, I wasn’t going to use them to lug my DSLR around the orchard. Phone photos it is.
But, of course, I am a huge Instagram addict. If you’re not using it yet, I highly recommend downloading it. It’s free, the social aspect is fun but low-key and not really mandatory, and the photo effects (which you can preview before applying) are great. I personally love that you can use a photo you’ve already taken on your phone, in addition to using the in-app camera, so that you can just snap away and edit later.
Anyways, here’s our version of Apple Picking 2011, Instagram-Style.
For starters, it was upwards of 75 degrees with at least 85% humidity. While I’m glad it didn’t rain, as originally forecast, it wasn’t exactly your typical crisp Autumn day. It was hot and sweaty, and I’m already a hot and sweaty person to begin with, not to mention when carrying a hot and sweaty 7-month-old on my chest. Ew.
Undeterred, the kids immediately latched on to all of the “extra” things you could do at the farm. In previous years, we’d managed to dodge paying extra for the hay maze, the bounce house, and the pony rides with a bit of distraction. Not this time. Daniel fixed his attention on the lame yellow bounce castle, and was not going to miss it. He dug the hay maze, too.
Rebecca’s laser-focus, on the other hand, was straight for the ponies. M chuckled to himself as he stood in line for well over half an hour with a dozen other dads and little girls, wondering where on earth the pony fascination comes from. I have no idea, but there it is.
Finally, we met up with M’s work-husband and his family, including their six-year-old girl who is much beloved by both of my kids. Though she and Becca may be a bit too similar… both very nice kids, but a little bossy and competitive. Still, it was mostly running and shrieking and laughing.
And this little friend of mine, so cranky on the drive that we stopped at Walgreens for some infant ibuprofen. Calmer, less tooth pain, happier in the Ergo, where she napped a while and then took it all in. Talking in her sweet voice, “bah bah buh bah,” with the occasional growl, because that’s how she rolls. Sweet, sweet girl.
A few hours later, we were back at home. Fifteen pounds of apples, yay, but even better was all three happy kids. All of whom slept for more than two and a half hours at the same time. It was the holy grail of parenting young children.























































