Ahem.
Sorry, I'm still mad about that.
Anyway, today was gorgeous. We took the kiddos apple picking. My Little Man was quite bored with the whole thing, but my Baby Girl had a blast.
She loved when her Daddy would lift her all the up to the tops of the trees! I'm glad she had fun, but I am less happy about spending $22 on a ridiculous amount of apples that will never be eaten! I made applesauce with some of them, but Andrew and I have differing opinions on what homemade applesauce should be like. I swear, he'd be happy if I strained it through a fine mesh strainer. Me, I like entire apple chunks to be in it. What is the point of home made applesauce that tastes like Motts? I will buy him the 6 pack of Motts if that's what he wants! But I think I achieved a compromise consistency that we can both tolerate - no strainers, but nary a chunk of apple to be found.
Marriage = compromising about homemade applesauce.
My loves
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