When we came to North Carolina, we were prepared for many things. But there are two things that we could not even begin to be prepared for. Thing Number 1: The immense amount of apples. North Carolina is apple country? Since fucking when?! There has not been a single moment in my life as an American citizen where someone has asked me if I want to bite into a crisp North Carolina apple. No one has mentioned the apple-picking good times in the Old North State. The weather is balmy and tropical—this is apparently apple weather? Given that the two places I WAS aware there were apples—Washington and the Northeast—are not inclined toward 100% humidity and little tropical lizards and the potential to actually be the mountains of Guatemala at any moment if you squint hard enough, there was no indication that this was suitable conditions for apples.
You're a brilliant baby sleep whisperer. And circadian rhythm is no joke.