We went on our annual Apple Picking trip this past weekend. The weather was perfect - sunny but cool enough for long sleeves and pants. I can't believe this is the third time Charis has gone, but I guess she is two now. We enjoyed eating donuts, finding the smallest apple (yea Josh!) and doing all of the fun apple picking stuff...
Charis and Nana enjoying some donuts
Selah had a fun time, and my back was killing me by the end of the day!
Charis picked her own apple and then proceeded to eat it with reckless abandon (Josh got juice all over his hat)
Selah was not as sucessful at picking an apple, but she did enjoy munching on the leaf she got her hands on
Charis took a pony ride
and Selah put a big horsie's nose
This picture will document the beginning of a tradition
We had a great day and can't wait until next year
(BTW, we did have our typical scrumpious lunch and football afterwards. Josh was amazing and I actually caught the ball once! Yea me!)
The girls did not exactly enjoy our trip to Picture People, but we walked away with some cute pictures. You will see red eyes from tears that were rolling down cheeks moments earlier and you will also see where we were pleased to just have a picture where they were looking the right way and not screaming. Man, I miss Rosie.
(BTW, they took 74 pictures. I don't know what that means but I heard our photographer whisper it to her fellow employee. I hope we weren't horrible. Maybe Grace can tell me.)