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So You Say You Want PEACHES?!




Wow Peaches and more peaches! Yesterday we went peach picking at a little place about 40 minutes away. They let me drive right up to the orchard trees. Ryan even picked a few peaches. He was very excited! As you can see in the picture Grandma is standing by a few baskets of peaches. We actually picked a little over 53 pounds. Yup, I am crazy! I talked Grandma into baking a few things today with the peaches. Like peach cobbler and a peach crumb cake thing she has the recipe for. We might even can peaches not really sure though. Sarah and her friend went picking with us. They both picked the most. Sarah picked over 13 pounds and her friend picked a little over 12 pounds. After we picked all of the peaches we went out to eat. Ryan was very excited as he asked where we were going. I told him he had to wait and see but he didn't like that idea. He kept naming the resturants we had passed on our way to the orchard. He finally said Cracker Barrel and I said maybe. You should have seen him. He started yelling and shouting like he won the lottery. He couldn't wait to get there. After we had been seated and ordered Ryan decided he wanted to hold Great Grandma's hand. He reached over and just grabbed her hand and held it. Grandma said he really held her hand. He didn't want to let it go. Now Ryan doesn't really just grab someones hand and hold it. If he does this to you he really likes you. He might grab your hand and then let it go quickly but not just sit there and hold your hand. He made Great Grandma smile.

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Anonymous said…
I want some too!!
Grandmaw come bake for me too.
Ryan YOU rock!!!!


Sylvia
August 6, 2008 at 7:16 PM
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