Apple Picking

Right around her first birthday we tried taking Little Miss strawberry picking.  It was a huge failure.

I didn't think about the berries being so low and trying to baby wear.  Little Miss wasn't walking yet and hubs wouldn't be able to bend over to pick barries for long, not to mention that Little Miss wouldn't have a clue what was going on anyway.  It didn't matter because even though we were the first people there that day, the berries were all picked over anyway.  Chalked that one up in the fail column and moved on.

Fast forward a few years and some of my mama friends wanted to try apple picking.  I learned my lesson about waiting for the weekend when Daddy could be there, and we luckily had Grandma visiting, so I jumped at the chance and even brought the good camera.  It was a gorgeous day, but really hot.  We all started out with our wagons and bags ready to fill with apples, full of hope.

Little Miss loved it!  She got to help pick apples off the tree and bring them back to our wagon.

She got to ride and do quality control.

She got to pull the wagon and scout out our next tree.

Grandma helped her pull some apples that were up high.

But most of all, she got to sweat.

After about an hour the kids just melted and began to get irritable and asked to go back.  We weighed our apples, paid and were on our way.  I now declare her old enough to pick her own food.  I can't wait until strawberry season rolls around next Spring.