The Apple Orchard

We made it to the apple orchard! It turns out there is one right in Brookings (the Moriarty orchard) with some 16 kinds of apples. It was a beautiful crisp, cool day for picking apples, and Misha was so excited. We ran around from tree to tree, collecting a sample of lots of different kinds of apples, including Honeycrisp, Sweet 16, and I'm not sure what else.

Rows and rows of apple trees: a kid's paradise.

Pulling hard!

Those high ones are hard to get!

How could I resist putting him in a tree?

Now he can reach some higher apples ...


Here he is excitedly talking about the big apples he's getting:



And another video ("Can you shake the tree for a second, please?")




Hooked on iPod: Misha assuming the plop-and-play posture.


Sebastian, just hanging out.

This toy puppy talks incessantly, so even Sebastian can elicit a song or rhyme by just bumping it.


Ready for school!


Painting Party in Misha's art corner. :)


Kid Talk: some more funny things Misha says ...

“I don't know if that's a spiderweb or a cobweb, because I don't know if a spider made it or a cob made it.”

“Thistles weren't supposed to be in the world, Mom.”
“Why not?”
“Because sometimes they poke people.”

“He's drooling a lot. He's drooling like 150 miles of drool.” - Misha about Sebastian.

Looking at a picture of himself with hair spiked with hair gel: “That's the picture where I'm jealous.”

Even though I have explained many a time why girls can't pee standing up, Misha still asks about it. Most recently, he said: “Why do girls sit down to pee? Because they're too tired?”

Recently, Misha was dedicatedly drawing a picture. “Look, Mommy!” he said.
I looked at his pageful of little circles and designs, and like any encouraging parent, praised him: “Wow, cool!”
“See?” Misha explained, pointing to his picture. “He’s pooping!”

Last weekend, I asked him what he had for breakfast at Grandma's and he looked at me like it should be obvious and said, “Waffles. I always have waffles at Grandma's. You should remember that.”
He then wanted me to make waffles and I said only Grandma and Grandpa can make waffles. He said, “Yes you can. I know the recipe.”
“You do? What is it?”
“Well … Do you have waffle powder?”

(It hasn't changed since I lived there - Grandma makes waffles from a mix, while Grandpa makes them from scratch - folding in the egg whites separately!)