apple farm.

So, I'm about three weeks behind in posting pictures. And, for once, I have a ton of pictures that are postable. These last three weeks have been crazy. Crazy hectic. And crazy fun. Three weeks ago we headed up to Ellijay for the apple festival with my parents, cousins and their kids, and my aunt and uncle. Two weeks ago we went to the beach for a wedding. And last night we had our Halloween party. Trick-or-treating tonight, then two birthday parties tomorrow. Phew. I'm getting tired just typing about it. But I'm not complaining. I love staying busy. So, I'm going to attempt to get all of these pictures posted, maybe in chronological order, or maybe in the random order in which I feel necessary. Either way, get ready for picture overload. Because I'm feeling behind. And I'm feeling guilty. And I'm feeling you need to see some pictures.

In Ellijay, we took all of the kiddos to BJ Reece's Apple Farm. We went there last year, too. The farm has a ton of kid friendly activities and also has some pretty incredible mountain views amidst the orchards. We chose the coldest day of the year to head to the farm, but the kids stayed active enough to keep warm.

Something was keeping P entertained....


Wow. He is so mesmerized. What could possibly be so fascinating, P?


Oh. Something loud. Something shiny. Some kind of gun that shoots its ammunition hundreds of yards. I get it now. That apple cannon is pretty cool, huh? He is all boy.


And here is the ammunition. Unripe, immature, miniature apples. What else do you do with a bunch of sour apples? They have a purpose in this life, too. To be shot from a cannon by a bunch of overeager boys.


We also picked apples, despite my husband voicing that this was a bad idea. I guess I must admit that he was right, for one of many reasons. First, there were few apples left on the trees due to an early harvest this year. Why the farm employee failed to tell us this is beyond me. I guess they still have to make money. But to send us up into the orchards with a bushel-sized basket knowing good and darn well that we would come back empty-handed? That's just wrong. And, of course, there was a sign behind the cash register that said "no refunds". Also, P wanted nothing to do with apple picking. He was cold and cranky. And apple-picking was not half as thrilling as shooting an apple from a cannon. And those apples that I just had to have? Well, they are currently rotting in our fridge. So, I'll admit it. My husband was right. Yeah, I said it.

The farm also had a great petting zoo. Out of all of the cute animals at the petting zoo, for some reason, P was intrigued by the goats. Goats, of all animals. Yuck. I strongly dislike goats. But they are P's favorite. So, I guess they deserve a picture.


He petted the bunnies. Then hopped like the bunnies.


And he stayed clear of the rooster. Can you pet a rooster? I've never seen it done.


And here's my favorite picture of my two boys. Taylor was warming P's hands throughout the morning, since he refused to wear gloves. They're such good boys. And I love them so much.


We had a blast despite the FREEZING temperatures. Stay tuned for more Ellijay pictures. Happy Halloween, everyone!