Over the weekend, Henry and I traveled to Michigan with my mom and two sisters (all riding snugly in her new Buick) to visit my other sister, Jennifer, and her family for what is becoming an annual Capper tradition. Apple orchard day! Of course, this particular apple orchard is more like a fall carnival, complete with petting zoo, inflatable bouncing houses, old farm machinery playground, wagon rides, corn mazes, donuts, and much more fall farm fun. Its actually quite nostalgic for us, given our rural childhood, and even more so for my mom, considering the "Model B" tractor that Andrew was playing on was one mom drove as a youngster on her family farm.
We had lovely weather (still feeling a bit on the warm side for fall) and the leaves were gorgeous as the reds, yellows, and oranges gleamed brilliantly in the October sun against the dark greens leftover from summer days.
Henry had his first taste of a fresh picked apple. He mouthed a juicy golden delicious intently for part of our trip around the orchard. His top two middle teeth are barreling through his poor gums. Its amazing how quickly they've come in. Like chia pets, you can actually see the progress each day. Anyway, when his apple escaped into the dirt he was quite upset. Temper. Temper. Replacement apple sought quickly.
His time with the cousins was more interactive during this trip. Julia loved holding Henry, telling him stories, and showing him many things - up close and personal. Andrew spent most of the weekend showing him his toys and repeating "mine," as any territorial 2 1/2 year old should.
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