We did things

We managed to do some fun things after Blythe was born.  This was a relief to me as most of my world view was of our backyard -- what I could see from my window.  But once Blythe and I were feeling better and could be up and about, we did go on some adventures as a family.

When I look at these pictures, I am amazed at how tiny our little girl is!  She is still so leetle, but she was SO leetle.

Our first big family adventure was miniature golf.  Jonathan put Blythe in her baby pouch and off we went.

The baby was not impressed, but we all had fun.  Ethan had just started school and it was Labor Day weekend.  Our miniature golf place has seen better days.  I think that's part of the charm -- most all miniature golf places are dumps, right?  Right?  Lies I tell myself.

Funny enough, Jonathan golfs better with a baby hanging on him in a pouch.  Hardy, har, har!

Ethan is just the cutest kid ever, isn't he?  He was so proud of his baby sister.  He was pushing her stroller, taking care of everything for her... I am so grateful to have him as my boy and a big brother for our little girl. 

Look at them with their summer tans... (Not that I'm jealous.)

Because why be jealous when you can have bed rest butt and baby belly, right?  Right?

Later in September we went apple picking.  I got into my head that was an absolutely needful thing for us to do.  Families went apple picking and we just had to do it.  So we went.  On the very last day we were allowed to do it.  There is an historic estate in Midway with orchards that are over 100 years old -- they are still producing fruit.  Don't worry; the fruit is new fruit.  Not 100 year old fruit.  These orchards and original homestead are now part of a state park, and every year for about a week, Midway opens it up to the public to come pick apples.  Otherwise, the apples would all go bad, rot, and damage the trees.  This is their way to maintain the fruit trees naturally.  Well, I found out about this somehow, and just had to do it.

We took the kids up, paid our $2 a big, and grabbed some poles with claw things on the end and went picking.  

The boys had a blast.  I, however, was in paranoia hyperdrive with the baby.  Is she warm enough.  Is she cool enough.  Is the sun in her eyes.  Is the ground too bumpy.  Because, of course, Jonathan jimmy-rigged this:

And Blythe was FINE!  I was a hormonal postpartum stew.  But then I saw the boys doing this:

I was sure they were going to break their heads off their shoulders and I would have to pull the baby down the mountain in her wagon like a pioneer woman.  I don't want to be a pioneer woman!

After a long while few minutes, I relaxed.  We had such a fun afternoon and I am so glad we insisted on doing this.  It is such a beautiful area.  

We brought home an enormous amount of apples.  I was so excited!  These were tiny apples.  About three or four of them could fit in the palm of my hand.  I was positive that I would be able to do a lot with all our apples.

All of our apples produce one and a half jars of homemade applesauce.  Harrumph.