Yesterday we went apple picking with Barb and Dave. It looks like this is going to become a family tradition for us. (Last year we went with my Aunt Brenda, Uncle Tom and Grandma Ruth.) That’s fine by me, because Kevin, Tyler and I all love apples, and fall is one of my favorite seasons. This year Tyler could walk (and run!) on his own around the orchard. As we were walking up to the store to buy our apple bags, a tractor returned with a load of people from the orchard. When Ty saw the tractor, he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, then started yelling “WHOA! TRACTOR! WHOA!!”. It was hysterical. Of course he was in heaven in when got to ride out to the orchard on one…
Once we got in to the orchard, he picked an apple that was practically the size of his head, and proceeded the eat the entire thing! He toddled around, periodically peering into the bag of apples and singing “apples, apples, apples…”