I’m not sure exactly where he got the idea from, but J woke up from his nap and wanted to go apple picking. So we rushed out of the house to get to Wightman’s before they closed at 6 pm. In our hurry, mom of the year over here failed to notice two things: J had a fever and R had no shoes. We got to the farm and it started off pretty rocky. I had to make two separate trips to the car for goldfish and for more water. We headed into the orchard and realized it was a long, uphill walk on a gravel path. So we took turns carrying R, which was no easy feat given that he weighs 25 lbs and was so squirmy because he wanted to walk. About halfway up the hill, J decided he wanted to go home and would walk no further. One fifteen minute tantrum later we *finally* made it to some trees that actually had apples left. After all that, we actually had a pretty good time and R didn’t even care he had no shoes.
My Everyday Life 