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I dated this post as I imagine that for every year we live in the Berkshires there will be an annual apple picking expedition. Here are 2010’s ventures. This time we had our hands full with a very dependent infant and a very enthusiastic toddler, so no video for you. But I’ll go ahead and story board the adventure.

You’re welcome.

Courtland confronted the misspelling of her name that shall haunt her for eternity. This is particularly true since we live in an apple happy part of the country. We debated using this spelling for that very reason, but ultimately stuck with family tradition and included the U.

Then Addison pulled a jealous sibling move because we’d staged a special photo shoot for Kaki. She demanded that she be pictured in front of the sign in the name of equal opportunity photography. We promised her that there would not be a dearth of photos of her from this experience, but she wasn’t hearing it.

Then she went to work.

I have a sneaking suspicion that this kid is going to love Halloween if her bag carrying obsession while picking is any indication of her feelings toward collecting treats in totes.

She asked to pose with her findings.

So we obliged.

She then showcased her madd picking skillz. And her snacking habits.

Suddenly a rogue Courtland apple appeared in the branches.

Courtland attempted to thieve bites of James’ apple. (Note: James would like you to know that he hates this hair and feels as though he is representing the 80s hair band demographic. He now has a haircut scheduled for tomorrow morning.)

Finally, the toddler turned in to an apple tree, so enthusiastic was she! (I apologize for that appalling and unnecessary rhyme.)

We capped off the experience with hot cider and cider donuts and picturesque scenery, because well, how else does one end an apple picking adventure?