The kids were begging to go the local apple orchard on Monday, which we thought was a good idea.
It is September after all.
Sadly, there will be no pick-your-own at this orchard this year due to tropical storm Irene. Apparently so many apples were knocked off the trees that they don't have enough left to pick.
So we just ate some. The ones in this barrel were free samples. Yum....
One of the kids wanted to know if I made this corn.
Hmmm....
I know I'm not a great cook, but my corn does not look like this.
A kind lady offered to take this pic. Too bad it's so blurry.
Jake...my little man has the most sparkly eyes.
After we bought the apples, they wanted to play on the rock wall. This isn't a good angle to see it, but there is a rock wall there that is about a foot high.
Follow the leader...
Let's race!
Where do I put my apple when I'm done?
Another forced-by-mamarazzi group shot
My man. I love him.
Giving the kids a few pointers about pumping water 'back in the day.'
And this is where you tie your horse.
We could have really used one of these last week.
And now we bid a sad farewell to summer. Why can't winter fly by as fast?
Tonight, these were lined up again in the kitchen.
Taylor started school today but everyone else starts tomorrow.
Everyone.
That's right.
All nine of them.
No one is staying home with mom tomorrow.
The three little kids are starting school tomorrow as well, and they are VERY excited.
I've been trying not to think about it. My babies are going off to school.
But I was sad.
Until today.
It was raining. They were fighting. And hormonal. And grouchy. More tears were shed in the first 45 minutes of the day than were shed all last month.
And then I started to be less sad about them going to school.
A lot less sad.
And maybe even a tiny bit happy.
But I'm sure when the house falls silent except for the sound of the dog licking places that shouldn't be licked, I will miss the kids very much.
Yes. I'm sure I will.
