A is for Apple

I feel as though last Saturday should have been dubbed National-Go-Stand-In-A-Field-Crowded-With-People-Wearing-Patriot's Shirts-And-Pick-Some-Apples Day.  Cause seriously.  

I love apple picking and had a Jim-dandy 'ole time.  Eric just sorta shuffled down the rows of trees, carrying a bag of apples, trying desperately to understand the strange traditions of New Englanders in the fall.  Maybe they don't pick apples in Long Island.  Or maybe Eric just doesn't pick apples in Long Island???  Regardless, he just doesn't get my apple-picking enthusiasm.  Luckily, he is a loving husband and a good sport, so he at least pretended to have a good time.  

Madeline wasn't that into picking apples either.  However, baby gal was interested in EATING apples, which is just as important.  

 She's saying, "Cheese!" in the picture above.

And for comparison's sake...a look back at last year's apple-picking extravaganza.....

 We also went and visited the pumpkins.  Madeline insisted in turning them so that they were all facing the correct direction.  Sigh....little Ms. Perfectionist.

 This is her I'm-gonna-run-away-and-pout-in-a-pumpkin-patch pose.

 And yes, we have matching sneakers because we're awesome like that.