An apple a day...

Last week we joined some Charlottean friends for a fun field trip to Carrigan Farm's apple orchards in Mooresville NC. Thankfully the rain held off long enough for us to enjoy some good ole' apple pickin' fun. The above photo shows all the kiddos that were involved climbing on some random boulders just outside the orchards.
Henry and Maggie enjoyed some sibling bonding over some dirty...yet freshly plucked apples.

Maggie demonstrates perfect apple picking form.
Me and my apple pickers...the apples were so delicious that neither one of them could put them down to say cheese (and one of them can't even say it yet so you must understand my predicament).
The cousins showed up all the way from Columbia to join in on the fun. Trooper won the prize for youngest apple picker and also for having the head mostly closely sized to the biggest apple plucked.
I'm pretty sure there was more apple eating involved than actual apple picking, as demonstrated by this motley crew.
And then we found these randomly corralled goats, baby pigs and a single calf in front of a pumpkin patch...hmmm?

Also, a hen with her chicks and a rabbit with her bunnies. It really was a cool place and we had such a fun time.

Harmonica Henry

Ballerina Maggie

Dad Camp-courtesy JH productions

"Henny"

Our little Henry has grown so much in his tenth month. He is walking quite a bit and getting into everything. Case in point this picture. I turn my back for all of ten seconds and all the wipes have been pulled out of the box one by one. He is concentrating so hard here that he didn't even mind being photographed in the midst of his project.
At least he wasn't eating/sucking on them as he's been known to do. You'd think I would learn my lesson and move the wipes out of reach.
This picture is for you Grams and Dog. Henry is sporting his K-state sneakers and I wanted to be sure and post a picture for you before he outgrows them. There is just something irresistibly cute about a beefy baby boy in a onesie.
Couldn't you just eat this little guy up?
Maggie has been enjoying play-doh time so much lately. She loves to make shapes and letters. On this particular occasion she wanted to make some "D's" for Daddy. And they made perfect glasses.

The Green Adventure

When you are a stay at home mom coming up with random things to do sometimes can be a challenge. There are other moms out there just like me and if you are in Charlotte here is a fun idea for you and your fam. This is actually not my idea, but my friend Melissa's. These pictures are also from her camera. Anywas the adventure goes like this, park at Uptown Church and walk over to the "trolley" stop (really it is a bus that looks like a trolley called the gold rush). Board the free transportation option and take it to the middle of Uptown and de-board at Trade and Tryon and then walk over to the Green. The Green is a cool little place in the middle of Uptown and during the winter months there is ice skating, our own little Rockefellar. But, in the summer months the fountains are a nice hot spot, pun intended. Don't forget your picnic and enjoy the cool water and green lawn for a lovely day.

Maggie sitting on one of the fishes that spits water.
Henry loving it.
Buddy lunch break.
I like to imagine they were saying, "our moms are the best for bringing us here, let's elbow bump about it."
A little frolicking never hurt anybody.

How old are you?

So Maggie slept in until about 9am this morning. That is pretty late for a toddler if you ask this mom. I tried to get her to get up earlier so that she could join us for a family breakfast but she declined. I went into her room first to see if she was awake and softly called to her. She was none to pleased and said "no I go night night," and pulled the covers back over her head. So, I gave her an alternative. I said okay well when you are ready come on down I'll leave the door open for you (which she could open by herself if she wanted...but I'm trying to entice here.) I started down the stairs and when I reached the bottom I heard a door shut. Was Mags on her way down for breakfast? No, she had slammed the door and gotten back into bed. I mean do we have a two year old or a thirteen year old living under our roof, I can't remember?