Well, that's what happens when I can't think of titles for my posts; I end up with bad jokes. But this post does have something to do with apples! This morning we went to kid club--while Boden played I "had to" go work out. (side note: This system of finding the benefit for him is working out for a couple potential tantrum inducing events. Instead of "No, I don't want you to go work out!!" it goes something like this: me: "okay, I guess I'll work out while you play and have lots of fun! Can mommy please come back in an hour to get you?!" Boden: "Okay, I'm going to go play now." Off I skip to work out; everyone's happy). Then, because it was a glorious day, we live minutes from an apple orchard, and he was being a great guy this morning, we headed to pick some overpriced apples and pet some farm animals all for the nostalgia and experience of it. And we were home by noon to have apple slices and cheese for lunch!
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| I'm going to pick this one! |
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