All three boys have been partying during the night the last couple of weeks and I’d like to say I have had zero sleep for four days in a row but I did close my eyes between 6 and 8 this morning while Robbie took Jules into the lounge room for a couple of hours. I’m getting used to living on no sleep but that doesn’t mean I like it. While most people fantasize about a weekend in the Bahamas, I’ve been fantasizing about a weekend in a dimly lit room.
So I’m tired lately, but last weekend there were apples to be picked and the season will be over soon so we took the boys down to the farm and filled a bag with Macouns. Jules is officially the heaviest five and a half month old in New England. Add a half-peck of apples and we’re officially pack-horses. A quick comparative analysis of this year’s apple picking and our 2014 and 2015 seasons shows Robbie and I picking less and carrying more. If we have any more kids we’ll have to hire an apple cart.
For Finn, apple picking is just a vehicle to get to apple cider doughnuts. Sure, he’ll eat some apples and even put his face in a big wooden apple cut-out for a photo. But let’s not kid ourselves, Finn knows what he’s here for. When we were finished in the orchard we drove to the farm-stand, where they were setting up for their Columbus Day Weekend “Harvest Hoedown”. To get to the farm-stand you had to park and pay for the hoedown. Seemed an expensive way to get a dozen doughnuts but there was very little chance we were leaving Bridgewater without doughnuts. Ten minutes later we were on the road, covered in sugar and cinnamon and passing around dad’s apple cider slushy.