I took Peter to our favorite cider mill last week - the first cider mill visit of Fall. So exciting! What a difference one year makes for a kid. He rode the tractors independently, he didn't find the train nearly as exciting ("It's not a real train!"), and the hay bales that used to be the perfect test of one's jumping prowess, have been arranged differently for the first time in 17 years so they were not really jumpable anymore. We still had a great time, though.
Last time his feet couldn't reach the pedals!
No more jumping from bale to bale as it was last time:
Last time I took Peter! Look how much he's grown:
The corn box is still a hit.
No comments:
Post a Comment