With so much being made of Hockey Moms these days, the Fuchster clan thought we’d try it on a bit by having a fall picnic next to the Bryant Park ice skating rink. There wasn’t a lot of hockey going on (actually none), nor ice skating, just lots of really expensive strollers and cups of Starbucks coffee being consumed. We’re guessing the Alaska version of this strange phenomenon is slightly different.
Here is our version of the face-off (or in this case, the competition for a chocolate chip cookie):
Both girls had moderate success in grabbing a cookie and retired to their respective sides:
And finally, any hockey metaphor wouldn’t be complete without a reference to fighting - which Lucy prefers to instigate through a well orchestrated hair pull:
With Grace having recently discovered her nostrils, we thought it would be good to put her new founded skill to some practical use…so we headed upstate, joined Grandma and Unkich and did a little apple picking.
Nothing gets the day going like a 20-minute wait for 30-foot hayride:
Since apple picking season started a few weeks ago, the best apples were found at the tops of the trees - fortunately, Grace spends most of her time walking around the City on her dad’s shoulders - so she was a natural “picker”:
And for the hard to reach apples:
And of course you need to treat yourself after all that hard work:
Buying 30 lbs of apples that you have to take home on a train just doesn’t feel complete without selecting an oversized pumpkin to ensure your hernia:
We told Grace she could have this pumpkin if she could lift it - forgetting that her fingers’ picking muscles are excessively strong these days (and no, Unkich is not lifting that pumpkin, it’s all Grace):
