Summer goals

Welp, we went apple picking last week so its really fall I guess. We had some summer goals, met with greater or lesser success. OBVIOUSLY like 'go to all the festivals' and 'go to the water slides' and etc. But like more minor goals.

Make ice cream

Eat ice cream that we did not ourselves make (I feel like we kind of biffed on this one; we only went to Coneheads TWICE and Geneva wasn't even along that second time, and we never made it to Birchwood Dairy or to that Moose place out in Yarrow that I had a coupon for, BUT at least we had Josie (!) with us for our Coneheads run)

Go to the lake so, so much

Go to the splash park so so much

Rent a canoe

Have rollkuchen

Eat breakfast on the deck every day for like WEEKS

Pick all the fruits:

strawberries

blueberries

blueberries in fact a couple of times

DID NOT PICK BLACKBERRIES what is wrong with us they are FREE

And THEN I was like, I'm gonna make a good dessert out of each summer fruit, but aside from some baller peach fritters I made one day, and a few peach pies I threw in my freezer, and one black-and-blueberry pie I made out of last year's freezer leavings, I miffed this one too!

Anyhoo. Now it is fall. Time to go jump in some leaves.

Apple harvest

We went apple picking! Our apple orchard of choice had a massive barn fire recently, so I justify all the pumpkins I bought as like a charitable donation to their rebuild project.

('These are all our favorite tiny pumpkins!)

You guys are my favorite tiny pumpkins.

The barn fire didn't affect the (baby!) goats.

Queens of the world over here.

The ones you eat in the orchard are free.

Geneva ate two, because she is frugal.

Get taller, Eleanor.

'Take a picture of us with our favorite squashes!'

Fall fall fall.

Schoolchild

Oh help, baby Eleanor is off to kindergarten.

(I mean, eventually. This gradual entry business is going to kill me and I don't know how working parents do it because Geneva had swim lessons from 9:30-10 and then Eleanor had school from 10:30 to 12 and those don't even overlap but I was still like HOW WILL I LIVE.)

Anyway. She picked her first-day outfit, and refused to wear her new boots to her teacher meeting yesterday because she wanted them CLEAN for her first actual day, the one where I take a picture.

'Take a picture of my cool backpack, and my braid.'

'Come be in my picture with me, Geneva!'

You scamp.

She is v v v excited, but also sad that she won't see me all day, every day anymore. Basically sad that she can't live two lives.

We dropped her off, and then Geneva and I trudged home in the rain (suddenly it is fall!) and then I tucked her bones in with some books and just, like, puttered for an hour, we had some tea, and then it was time to go back.

It has literally been 90 minutes, you jokers.

Ok.

This is gonna be be a big year for us all.

We ran 5K

Well. We WALKED 5k. Geneva rode on my back for at least half of 5k.

But the REST of these jokers.

JOKERS.

(It was a unicorn-themed run omg)

You guys are so cool.

A little bit of yellow.

A little bit of bubbles.

A little bit of pink.

A little bit of extra purple here at the end.

MOAR YELLOW THO

THE MEDALS HAVE UNICORNS ON THEM.

You guys are a WRECK.

Look at all these filthy persons.

Get you some of that free soda water, Geneva.

(Not pictured: the greenish bath water, the state of my tub.)