Dear Mai,
I should preface this post by saying you are not a country girl. At all. You are 100% city much to your mama's dismay. You can dress the country part and wear it well but as soon as we got to this place you asked me to carry you because the grass was getting in your boots. After a near meltdown, avoided by seeing large pumpkins, you got used to it and had a blast but it was a little bit of a ridiculous start. Anywho, I digress...
The rain has kicked in here in Seattle but I feel like we snuck in a lot of summertime fun this year. A few weeks back we did our annual Pumpkin pickin trip. This year we decided to change it up and hit a farm that had some apple pickins going on too. We've always wanted to go apple picking out here and we finally did... and the apples? They were delicious! We bought just enough apples that we could eat and some we could cook with. You're pretty into *trying* to help cook these days. I said I wanted to make an apple crisp. Your version of an apple crisp included: apples, cinnamon, sugar, chocolate, chocolate milk, chicken soup, dumplings, raisins and orange juice. This was a different version than what I wanted to do for apple crisp. We were at an impasse. We just ate those apples. But we had fun!
This place was called "The Farm at Swan's Trail" and it was up in Snohomish county. We did some apple picking, went on a tractor / hay ride, got a few pumpkins, you had your first ever caramel apple and got to play in their little kid zone. They had this hay maze that you and Mommy went through. I was waiting to see you guys come out to get a few pics and as soon as you saw the camera you started posing. You crack me up. See camera, must pose. You can see in these picks that you tried to pose ever step down from the maze. Too funny kiddo.
Here are some highlights of our day set to the tune of "See what I can see" by Frances England, one of your favorite music persons.
Thanks for a good time kiddo! Grandma is coming out soon so she can help carve our pumpkins up for Halloween!
Love you sweet pea,
Daddy