One sunny Thursday, Logan, the husband, my sister-in-law, and I ventured to the apple orchard. (Which, by the way, is what Logan calls it).
Last year, this little peanut could barely walk, and now he was running around. He was excited by everything.
We looked at pumpkins.
And raced through the fields. (Okay, Logan was racing. Me? Not so much).
Of course, we picked lots of apples along the way. We even ate a couple. Shhhh.... don't tell.
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