On the ride up, O started saying she didn't feel good. By the time we got there she had a fever and looked terrible. Naturally, she hadn't been sick since March but because we were going out of town, it was a *great* time to get sick.
By Sunday (after a REALLY long night of almost throwing up) she was nearly back to normal. So once we sent my aunt and uncle on their way (they are doing a several week road trip back home to Arizona) we headed to an apple orchard. I grew up going to this orchard and it was a lovely day to pick apples.
Well, because we have impeccable timing, apple picking doesn't begin until NEXT weekend. So instead, we walked around the store and came out with a 1/2 bushel of apples and a little pumpkin. Hey, there's lots of fall ahead of us. I just thought it would be more fun to pick apples when it was 75 degrees rather than 40.
After *shopping* we headed to the little water fountain and enjoyed some of our newly acquired apples. Everyone accept Quinn (I don't like apples) and Pa.
But Turner is my biggest apple lover and he ate his down to a nub.
When he was done, he threatened a swim or two in the pond. How about Quinn here? Doesn't he look like a big boy with his hands in his pockets? He probably had just gotten finished telling on Turner for something; his favorite past time.
We wrapped up our time by finding a hill to roll down. Unfortunately, there was some freshly mowed grass on the hill and we spent the rest of the afternoon finding grass in some *interesting* locations.
After watching my kids make several embarrassing attempts to roll down the hill (sheesh what kind of city folk are we?) I got down on the grass and showed them how it's really done.
Thankfully, there are no pics to prove it. It was fun and Olivia was wide eyed afterward and asked, "How did you goooooo so fast?" That's years of practice, kid!
She got the hang of it, finally and giggled and rolled her way down too.
Me? I have a rash all over my belly today from the itchy grass. (I was even pulling grass out of my bra hours later.) There's a reason some things should be left to the young!