This Sunday is our much anticipated neighborhood fall festival. There will be apple bobbing, hayrides, and of course, a costume parade. There will also be a charity cake auction. Desperate to “get-in”  with the other neighborhood moms, I eagerly volunteered to make a pie.

After comparing dozens of recipes, I finally settled on one and spent the next four hours trying to come up with a snazzy name for my apple pie.  A name that would make my pie a winner; a name that would bring in the big bucks and make me the talk of the neighborhood. Finally, I settled on “Classic Apple Pie”. Ok, I know, nothing exciting, but how can you go wrong with a pie that has “classic” in the title?! I figure my biggest competition will come from some other pie that will be named “Granny’s famous _____ pie”.

Anyways, last night, G and I did a run-through of the recipe. We cored, peeled, and sliced 8 cups of Granny Smith and McIntosh apples. After baking for an hour, we sat back and enjoyed our first ever attempt at apple pie. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but this “classic” pie puts “granny’s” to shame… 

Not to toot my own horn, but I am extremely proud of myself! Im sure once G gets word of my good grades, he’s going want to run out and lavish me with gifts. That being said, I thought I would make it easy on him and provide him with a little assistance. So, here goes…below are my top 5 picks.

1) Chanel Chance Perfume.

2) Boden printed shift dress in purple.

3) A new non-nursing bra.. I like this one and this one. Lord knows I can use all of the help I can get after breastfeeding for 6 1/2 months!

4) Anthropologie Alhambra Lounge Pants. These would be great for our beach trip with a a top like this.

5) Tom Ford Camilla Oversized Sunglasses in brown (these are my all-time favorite sunglasses; I have had my eye on them for awhile, but just found them on overstock.com for quite a bit less than retail).

I am leaving you with 4 new pictures. The first is one that I debated on sharing; the picture was taken during last nights “family laundry time”. Instead of helping, Garrett and MR decided to play with one of my bras. Both got a kick out of it. The last few pictures were taken outside today. Getting MR to look at the camera and not eat the ivy/grass/bush proved to be next to impossible.

Well, Im off to eat a celebratory bowl of cereal and wondering what kind of excuse I’m going to give for not having super on the table…again!