our section of our neighborhood
was built within an apple orchard,
so everyone gets together annually,
picks apples, and presses all of them into
cider.
this year there was an unusual
cold snap (so they say),
so the apples were frozen, turning a
3-hour process into more like a
10-hour process, but it was oh so yummy
and we have plowed through four gallons in
two weeks.
hutch thinks the coors made it, which is funny
because he was apart of the whole process,
but after every sip he gives kudos to aunt rebecca,
uncle shane, acey and the big boys, and jb. (i am not exaggerating)
all that to say we have one gallon remaining,
in our freezer, and it will be thawed just in time
for turkey day because
THE TROTTERS ARE COMING FOR THANKSGIVING!!!!!!

we like to move it, move it

i'm pretty sure alex is brainwashing hutch,
because the only music he claims to like is
guns 'n' roses and kings of leon.
however, give he and elsa an up-tempo pop song,
and they are both ready to groove.
we've started having nightly dinner dance parties...
i'm not gonna lie, it's a good time.