I think I shaved a few IQ points off of Little Hunter as he sat in his bouncy seat watching me peel. There's only so many ways to describe an apple to an 8 week-old to keep him happy. If he grows up with an aversion to apples, I have myself to blame.
So two days in and I have seven quarts of apple pie filling in the pantry, ready for my brother's visit next summer. My slow cooker is slowly cooking five pounds of apple butter for Toddler's pancakes.
I made apple butter a few weeks ago and mindlessly left it on the counter while I ran out to the store for milk. Came back to find Toddler had pulled a chair up to the counter and polished off the entire batch in one standing. Thank goodness she's (almost) potty trained. I'll keep better track of this next batch.