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It's become a tradition: on a sunny day in October we go apple picking. Last year both girls were very industrious and G was still in my belly. This year G kicked contentedly in the stroller. E's first priority was a snack:

but then she picked and picked

while L snacked.

They picked and picked together

and then L decided to give back. (The potty training, it's still an imperfect thing.)

One quick field change from wet unders to emergency pull-up (and a quick shot of vitamin D for a pale tushie) and we could carry on like nothing had ever happened.

I think, I mean I'm not sure but I think -- that must be what the farmers mean when they use the phrase "natural crop management."