A bit of rewind. Thursday we went to pick apples. Again. With different friends. And we have plans this Friday with more friends. After this final trip we are going to call it quits on the apple thing for 2009.
We loaded four kids into the car, grabbed a few DVDs, packed lunches, and hit the road at 9 a.m.
Laura and I nursed coffee in the front seat while the kids settled in. It took awhile for everyone to calm down but when they did (after many gymnastic van moves by Laura) we enjoyed the bliss of actual conversation. The real thing: talking about topic to topic to topic without having to check our watches or sprint back to our cars in the carpool line. I loved it.
The girls (and Wesley) are becoming better friends as we spend more time together outside of school. Our 2 year olds and our 4 year olds are in the same classes at the same schools. It is such a luxury and gift right now to help pick up and drop off kids together.
Clare and Emily Kate are such fun to watch. Each girl seems to retain her own sensibility when they are playing together. They are not attached in a confining way but share this beautiful flow within their friendship. I admire how they look forward to seeing each other, how they talk about each other and how they play together with plenty of room for self discovery and growth.
This time we cut pumpkins. Two. Together Clare and I cut a decent looking orange oval and a teeny tiny green pumpkin. I have toasted pumpkin seeds on my mind but haven't gotten around to actually implementing that plan.
We picked
1/2 bushel of apples too. Again I was struck by how much faster it is to pick apples than blueberries or strawberries so this time I bought a larger bag to fill. I like watching them play soccer with the rotten apples on the ground. I like watching them smile when the finally get the apples off of the tree in a satisfying yank. I like watching them take juicy bites of the apples they just picked. It is all good stuff, even the stinky rotten apple muck left on the bottom of our boots and shoes when we get home.
A bit of rewind. Thursday we went to pick apples. Again. With different friends. And we have plans this Friday with more friends. After this final trip we are going to call it quits on the apple thing for 2009.
We loaded four kids into the car, grabbed a few DVDs, packed lunches, and hit the road at 9 a.m. Laura and I nursed coffee in the front seat while the kids settled in. It took awhile for everyone to calm down but when they did (after many gymnastic van moves by Laura) we enjoyed the bliss of actual conversation. The real thing: talking about topic to topic to topic without having to check our watches or sprint back to our cars in the carpool line. I loved it.
The girls (and Wesley) are becoming better friends as we spend more time together outside of school. Our 2 year olds and our 4 year olds are in the same classes at the same schools. It is such a luxury and gift right now to help pick up and drop off kids together. 
Clare and Emily Kate are such fun to watch. Each girl seems to retain her own sensibility when they are playing together. They are not attached in a confining way but share this beautiful flow within their friendship. I admire how they look forward to seeing each other, how they talk about each other and how they play together with plenty of room for self discovery and growth.
This time we cut pumpkins. Two. Together Clare and I cut a decent looking orange oval and a teeny tiny green pumpkin. I have toasted pumpkin seeds on my mind but haven't gotten around to actually implementing that plan.
We picked 1/2 bushel of apples too. Again I was struck by how much faster it is to pick apples than blueberries or strawberries so this time I bought a larger bag to fill. I like watching them play soccer with the rotten apples on the ground. I like watching them smile when the finally get the apples off of the tree in a satisfying yank. I like watching them take juicy bites of the apples they just picked. It is all good stuff, even the stinky rotten apple muck left on the bottom of our boots and shoes when we get home.
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