I left work early to pick up KJ and Louisa and go apple picking at Lyman Orchards in Middlefield. My dad met us there. Louisa wasn't initially fully cooperative, but after putting her in the Baby Bjorn, pushing the pacifier on her and after walking her up and down the row of apple trees, she finally fell asleep with enough time to snap a few pictures:
Louisa slept through her first chance to pick apples.
Walking with her eventually did the trick.
KJ: "Don't get any of that apple on Louisa!"
Greg: "Did I?...Nope. All good."
KJ's a fan of the self-shot. This one actually has us in the frame!
Three generations of apple pickers.
Being the baby is EXHAUSTING work!
Then we went to the bottom of the hill and had sandwiches for dinner. Well, one of us just had milk.
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