Our weekend at home was very much needed after weeks of travel, visitors, birthday fun, etc. It felt so good to reconnect as a family of four (Henry included!) and even though a weekend sans plans kept it low-key, we had plenty of fun thanks to unusual temperatures and a trip to the orchard!
Saturday started as usual; with a morning workout. I am not sure if it was a lack of enough fuel or rounding 36 weeks of pregnancy, but my legs were heavy and weren’t interested in doing much. When I returned home the house was quiet as the guys had taken off for Home Depot day for kids. I enjoyed a quiet hour and a half, which I spent reading magazines and taking a long shower.
Once everyone was home, we packed up for an afternoon out at the orchard.
VISITING THE ORCHARD
The weekend brought another gorgeous few days of temperatures in the high seventies and even reaching the low eighties. It was a bit odd to visit the orchard on what felt like a summer day, but we went with it all the same. As someone who has lived most of her life in Michigan experiencing all four seasons, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to live in a warm climate state and not see snow on Christmas or see the leaves change and feel a crisp breeze in the fall….and now I have an idea.
The orchard was busy with families taking advantage of the gorgeous day, but we were able to enjoy our visit all the same.
We attempted to start with pumpkins, but once Mitch realized there were donuts and a train, he had little interest in finding the perfect pumpkin. Besides, what is a trip to the orchard without fresh donuts and cider?
Love those sugar lips!
We spent the next hour riding the train, playing on the playground, visiting animals and all of the attractions. There were plenty of activities to keep kids happy for hours.
I was feeling quite tired and was ready to call it a day when Mitch asked for a hayride. I figured it would either be a nice ride or put me into labor – I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. Turns out, the hayride was the highlight of the visit. We say on a flatbed filled with hay and were pulled by an antique tractor out to the fields to pick your own pumpkins.
The day was absolutely stunning and felt almost magical with the sweeping blue sky, green acres and pops of orange pumpkins. It was out of a movie until the thought crossed my mind of a snake slithering across my feet. Thankfully the guys were happy to stay on the path and not wander into the patch too far.
We rode back to the orchard and loaded up each of our pumpkins into the cart to take home.
The heat of the day and dinner hour told us it was time to head home. Though I was ready to spend the rest of the night on the couch, Phil and Mitch had enough energy to run around outside kicking the soccer ball for a bit before we convinced Mitch it was time to call it a night.
Once Mitch was bathed and in bed, Phil and I settled in with bowls of chili that was cooking all day and the big college football game. I love fall for the football and for me, there is nothing better than a night game. And it was a great one at that! Of course, I ‘rested my eyes’ for a few minutes during the third, but caught the big win!
Sunday was filled with to-dos, which actually felt good rather than a chore.
With our busy weekends, preparing for baby’s arrival has been a challenge and for my peace of mind put off the big to-dos until this month. So Sunday was filled with a big brunch followed by a morning of cleaning, playing dress-up with Mitch (he loves being a construction worker), and prepping for the baby. We pulled out all of the newborn clothes, put the crib together, cleaned the room, pulled out my nursing pillow and essentials and the car seat. It was so odd seeing all of Mitch’s baby items again – it feels like he was just a baby yesterday, but when I looked at the items, it felt like a lifetime ago.
The rest of the day was spent meal prepping, baking and visiting with my sister who delivered a trunk-full of baby items. It is baby time!
While that was our weekend, I have to take a minute to celebrate Henry’s birthday! My little nugget is ten years old today!
Despite hitting a milestone today, he is still a spunky pup who keeps up with a three-year-old. Thinking back to when I first met Henry (and Phil’s lack of enthusiasm for adding a pup), we could not image our lives without him. He is a sweet boy who treats each day like Christmas. Happy birthday to my first baby.
What is your favorite part of the orchard, cider and donuts or the pumpkins?
Do you celebrate your pet’s birthday?