apple pickin'

Yesterday, a co-worker inquired if I liked being a mom, to which I didn't have an immediate answer. Becoming a mom has been to date, my greatest achievement and undertaking. Spending time with Ethan and watching him grow from tiny infant to the crazed 3 1/2 year old that he is now, has been nothing short of amazing. I hear that these feelings continue to grow. And for now I am enjoying the fact that he still cute and small and fits in my lap and that I am still the go to person in his life.

Ethan's personality continues to develop. I can't help but to see so much of myself in him both physically and in his need to have things in a particular way. His new school is much further away from his old one, and so there is a lot more time for chatting. He went on for quite sometime the other day, about the advantages of having a garage, and why we should get one. Upon reaching home, he pointed to our neighbor's garage and said "Look mommy, they have a garage, I want to go look at theirs." Curious.

Last weekend we headed out to the suburbs to do some apple picking. Sometimes a perk to having children is that you get to go do activities that would have seemed nearly impossible when you are single and have a crippling hangover. One point, child. I have never been apple picking before, well I take that back, I have never had to pay to go pick a bag of apples, but more on that in a sec. Where I grew up in Michigan, we had a bunch of apple trees, and every Fall it was a huge chore to pick the good apples and to discard of the bad ones. Which required hours of wretched physical labor followed by the whole arduous process of making applesauce.

So, yes, to the orchard we went to voluntarily go and pick the apples, while paying a small fortune to do so. But it was fun to watch B and Ethan run around, and B's parents joined us, so it was nice to catch up with them. It was also a bonus, that there were fresh donuts and a small petting zoo.

Next up, the pumpkin patch.