So Now We Have Twenty-Two Apples

My Quinn’s preschool goes on a field trip to the apple orchard every year. As I count up kids and years, I realize that the trip Quinn and I took this week was my sixth time there. (And Quinn’s fifth, even though he’s only four years old—I swear the math works out somehow.) I could lead the damn tour and drive the tractor by now.

Not much has changed since year one, although the trip does get easier every year as I have fewer and fewer children to keep track of. Maybe I’ll go next year when Quinn is in kindergarten, and I won’t have to watch any kids. After all, the teachers always seem to have a way better time than the parents.

The farm dog is also looking more…dead…than in years past.

Please notice that Quinn’s hair is exactly the same color as Tess the Dog.

Quinn was really excited about going to the apple orchard. Apples! Apples! Apples! We’re going to pick apples! Look! I found an apple!

I practically had to physically restrain him from eating these old apples.

But before we went to pick apples, we visited all the farm animals, which you would think would be fun, but instead was full of exclamations of, “I want to pick apples!” and “When are we going on the hayride to pick the apples?” and “I hate the sun!”

Here’s a picture of a turkey…

…and one of the farm animals.

We saw a cow, chickens, sheep, and goats. In years past, they’ve given the kids pellets to feed to the goats. But not this year.

The goats apparently want visitors to spend money.

As with many things, Quinn had an alternative solution.

Free food! Take THAT, goats!

Quinn took his hand-plucked grass and proved to the goats that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

Brown and White Goat up there looks a little irked about the whole thing.

Next up were…more goats. And then, just past all the goat enclosures, was this sign.

Please, PLEASE go visit the Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation right now.
Goats are not a joke.

Quinn! Watch out!

Quinn: “Hee, hee, hee, hee!…I HATE the sun!”

And then there were the pigs, which Quinn adored almost as much as he hated the sun (it was really hot for about four seconds, which pissed him off mightily).

Fortunately, the baby pig behaved in a completely stereotypical way.

Quinn: “Hee, hee, hee, hee!…That pig is rolling in the mud!…I HATE the sun!”

We finally got on the hay ride that took us to the apple trees. En route we passed this “pond,” also known as “the scum pit.” I asked Quinn if he’d like to swim in it.

He said yes.

I may have mentioned once or twice that Quinn is a wee bit insane, right?

Finally, finally we made it to the apple trees.

Foreshadowing: Lots of apples on the ground.
Two apples really, really high up on the tree.

In years past, we’ve only had to walk about four feet to the nearest tree to find apples. This year, they were harder to spot. We had to hunt to find a row of trees that still had non-rotten apples within preschooler reach on it.

But once we did, Quinn was so happy. He stuffed our two bags full of apples, then carried an armful back to the hay wagon.

Oh no! My tiny hands aren’t big enough to hold all the apples!

We ended up with twenty-two apples, not counting the ones we ate on the spot.

Yum!

I have to say, even after six trips to the apple orchard, we still had a great time.


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15 thoughts on “So Now We Have Twenty-Two Apples

  1. I have not yet been initiated into the world of field trips and am not brave enough to take any of the kids but my oldest to the apple orchard. In other words, I bow down to you ….bring on the applesauce!

  2. Great pics. This was to be my (I mean B’s) last trip to the apple orchard with the preschool. I was so sad to not be able to go! I am going to have to make sure we keep going as a family, b/c I love it there. (At least I was able to enjoy it vicareously…sorry about spelling)

  3. Ok, first off…when did Quinn start looking like such a big boy instead of a little dude?? Seriously.

    Looks like a good time was had by all. Thank goodness you managed to keep him out of the pond. Whew. ;-)

    Love, love, love the pic of the two of you. :-)

  4. I love that picture of the two of you. Very cute! Less cute is the picture of the deadish looking dog.

    I also love that Quinn has blond hair. If he had darker hair like your other boys I wouldn’t be able to tell any of them apart. At least this way I’m always pretty sure I know who at least one of them is in pictures.

  5. First, thanks for the fun post and for the reminder that yes, it is now fall! You and Quinn look so happy in the last photo.
    Also? Goats are our friends – for example, consider chevre.
    And, you might want to check with the Nannie Goats blogger (not me) to get her perspective. : )
    And finally (this isn’t serious) – please don’t continue to post links to funny sites like the goat trauma site. I just ‘lost’ 15 min of study time in viewing that site… which, by the way, included this quote – please notice the reference to gerbils. Coincidence? I don’t think so! : )
    Quote: After years of running in fear from any animal larger than a gerbil, Mike came to the CGTF this past spring.
    Please keep writing, and procrastination is totally understandable!

  6. Yes, let’s get together next year, sans kids, and pick apples. :)

    I love goats. I had goats when I was younger. Beautiful, wonderful, BIG animals. I think most people expect them to stay small, cute kids.

    We saw some at the fair, but the guys were terrified of them. Did I mention they get big?

  7. Wow, 6 years of the same field trip! That’s impressive and I hope you will be there driving the tractor when we go in October!

    BTW- I was bitten by a peacock when I was 5…Wonder if there’s a Childhood Peacock Trauma Foundation? Perhaps that will be my next online endeavor.

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