On Thursday, Mylo and Lola helped us pick a bucket of apples off one of our trees. Yep, the one I swore they tasted like cardboard. They did, I swear. Last year.
They’d been sitting on the counter waiting to be used until today. After nap, we got out the canning things and the apple peeler/slicer—which drew ooohs and aahhs from the peanut gallery. And then some pushing and shoving. And then some time-outs. But once we’d taken care of the necessary steps to start a project, we were ready.
Mylo saw the peeler/slicer and that was it. He had to run it. His life would not be complete to this point unless he ran the apple peeler. Guess what? He’s a champion apple peeler. And he peeled apples for a good hour!
In the end, we have 7 jars of apple pie filling, and one small jar of leftover sauce, one happy boy and a little girl who found an opportunity for unadulterated baby-doll time. Success!































