Those Apples Didn't Stand a Chance

Last Sunday we hopped in the family car and picked up Grammy and Grampy for some apple picking. It was my first outdoor food gathering activity and I would say it went well.  We brought home a bag of Cortland apples and Mommy made a pie!  I got exactly zero pieces.

If you look closely, you can see a baby on this rock.  That baby is me.

The day was especially awesome as it gave me the opportunity to wear my 

designated apple-picking shirt.  

Reginald Fox killed it on the apple-picking front.  

Me?  Not so much.

I was more than happy to take a break and pose with Grammy and Grampy.  

Hey! Baby on a tractor.

What will I be when I grow up?

Professional athlete? 

Chef?

Farmer?

Conan O'Brien look alike?

Straight Out of Dickens

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness... It was Stoneham Day.

As is obvious from this photo, I was enthused beyond belief.

 Mommy disappeared for a while and then showed up with powder all down her front.

 We got to take our photos with Blades, the Bruins mascot.  Teddy and Uncle Brendan were psyched.

 I kept my emotions in check as best I could.

Just in time to go home, I woke up.  Fun day with the family!