We got to the apple farm, and we let the big boys jump on this bouncy pillow thing that was most certainly one big staph infection waiting to happen but they loved it and I had to feed Jude.
Then we headed to the orchard. Dustin and I laugh at this often, because one of our favorite comedians jokes about how excited people get to pick fruit. Strawberries, blueberries, apples... "so tell me- how much money do I owe you to do your job for you?"
One child would've eaten a dozen apples and the other wanted all of the doughnuts.
Then, we headed to Burt's Pumpkin Farm down the road for a tractor ride and a chance to see some really big pumpkins because let's be honest, we buy our real pumpkins from Trader Joe's for a third of the price. Nonetheless, the boys had fun and it made for some good photos. This was our second trip to Burt's. Our first was when Finn was 13 months old and I was newly pregnant with Ryder.
The progression of these pics makes me laugh. Finn wanted to sit at the top. Ryder had to follow him. Finn wanted to hug Ryder. Ryder wanted him to get off.
We survived and made it home in time for dinner, baths and a 6:30 bedtime. Happy Fall, friends.