This weekend Hayes discovered one of the many joys of living in New England: apple picking.

We took a Saturday trip to Echo Hill Orchard near my parent’s house. No one was sure what Hayes would think of picking apples, but from doing it pre-Hayes I knew there was a tractor involved, so I figured at least we’d have that.

Turns out, he knew exactly what an apple was, despite the fact that he has yet to have one, and really, really wanted to eat one.

As you may know, we’ve been keeping Hayes away from fruit due to an unfortunate rash he develops… around… the… uhm, diaper area. But, what the heck, it was apple picking, so why not make an exception (or, better still find out for sure if apples are a cause).

Guess what? He loved em. And now problems. At first he ran around the orchard yelling “Apple!” Then, after the novelty of it all wore off, he contentedly ran around chewing his apple and pointing to other apples in hopes that my sister might hoist him up so he could get a better look.

Yes, it was good times. Tomorrow, I’ll give you a lowdown on the tractor part.