So last weekend signalled the end of our apple-picking frenzy. With near 50 pounds of apples in my house at one time, my cupboards will soon be full of applesauce and applebutter.
And our bellies are bursting with apples.
After a little power struggle about naptime, and my subsequent refusal to read Brody a book as punishment, this is what I found. My little bookworm.
Dad reading to his boys.
While Logan and I sped to Rockport for a doctor's appointment (hate cold season), a little fairy sprinkled these beauties around the house.
He even visited the boys' rooms.
Brody the builder...hasn't he grown?
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