This weekend we took our annual trip down to Nebraska City for the AppleJack Festival. It’s a tradition we’ve all come to enjoy- a day picking apples, picnicking in the park gazebo, and walking about the sizable classic car show.

Upon receiving his first apple, Des mimicked Viv and just held it to his mouth. Curiosity soon got the best of him and he tried biting in. One taste of the juice and he was hooked.

Mom has eaten an apple or two every day for the better part of her adult life. She can quick draw an apple in just about any situation. Formal attire included.

Second generation apple fanatic.

Goofing around with pa and Viv. Note that when he was thirsty, he wouldn’t give up his apple to drink. “I’ve got two hands, don’t I? I don’t see the problem here.”

Des wearing our combined excitement and relief for deciding to pick apples first this year and beat the crowds a bit.

After the epic picnic spread ma prepared, the cousins scurried off to the playground.

(No pics of Des at car show. He napped and the Mustangs consisted of three ’67s and two Shelby clones. Yawn indeed.)