The Apple of my Eye

Last weekend we returned to Hancock, New Hampshire to pick apples with Maceo, Grandpa Bob and a local friend. Not only did the orchard provide a nice backdrop for some classic New England photos, but Maceo discovered a love for fresh apples (up until now he has been eating apple sauce). Once he got started, there was no stopping him!

Since this discovery, we have been putting him in his high chair during dinner and giving him a cored and peeled half-apple to work on. In about 15 minutes, he is able to use his three little teeth efficiently enough to whittle down the full half apple into about an eighth the size of the initial offering (at which point he starts to either finger-paint with the remains or rub them into his hair).