One of our favorite things about Rochester is picking fresh apples. Unfortunately, Isaac decided that this trip would be a perfect time to learn what wet pants feel like in cold, rainy weather (poor kid). So we didn't get any pics of the apples. (Strangely, however, Isaac is suddenly very good about letting us know if he needs to go potty when we are out.)
The raspberries were wonderful, and since the apples were just in season, we had the whole patch to ourselves! Really, they should have taired and weighed the kids rather than the raspberry buckets. We left sticky, red and very satisfied.
The picture of Ashton is a very stereotypical face of his. He is a real flirt, and often will creep next to someone . . . anyone he wants to charm, and just grin like this until they can't help but grin back. If you don't respond? Well, he'll be a litte confused about why you don't think he is the best thing since sliced bread, and then keep trying. He loves a challenge.
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So, I found your blog today and have been reading it. Your boys are too cute. I love the matching hats!
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