I don't know why I call it this, We never go into the orchard. It's too durn expensive for a half peck of apples that I generally don't even like. But that's what most people call it, so I go with it. I did buy a pre-picked bag of honeycrisp, and let Relia pick one from a tree by our parking spot before we left. (I told her to pretend she was being sneaky.)
Today, after awesome swimming lessons (all three of them got the okay to move up a level!), we headed down to Belle Plain, MN and Emma Krumbee's Apple fun park.

The way Felix hides from the camera, you might think we only have 2 kids




Every time I see kids on top of this, I imagine a James Bond style train roof fight.







Leo was so tired, but this is him only pretending to sleep until it was tractor time


Yummy apples and caramel

We stopped at a smaller stand to get pumpkins ('cause Krumbee's ain't cheap, and I am) and unfortunately, right across the road, there was a bad accident blocking south 169. Firefighters blocking the vehicle with a tarp as they worked, kind of bad. Made me say a little prayer for whoever was in need of help over there, and of thanks that my family has been so safe for so long.
Relia lost another tooth on the way home -that's two in a week! (Reminder to FP for next year: No Honey Sticks!)
We got home, tired, but too close to bed time for any more naps. Waffles for dinner and while FP got the kids ready for bed, I embarked on a 2.5 hour massive meatball making marathon. I estimate I made about 100 meatballs. Why? Because spaghetti is a staple in our house, and I feel slightly more like a good parent when I can at least add homemade meatballs to a jar of ragu.
That, and they are yummy.