Grrrreat...

I just looked up from making a picnic lunch to see S going to town on a bag of dried plums a.k.a prunes. That is going to be a great diaper. Something to look forward to...

Strawberry Picking

This year, in the midst of all of the craziness that is our summer, I decided to take the kids strawberry picking. I vaguely remember doing this with my mom a thought what a perfect memory for my children, maybe we'll even make it a yearly thing.

Just as I thought, we had a blast. S definitely ate his weight in strawberries, but in his defense the highschooler who showed us to our row said "pick as many as you want, eat as many as you want". Bad idea to tell that to a two year old! Despite S's best efforts, we picked so many we even had to stop by R's office to show him our haul. The girls were extremely impressed with their picking abilities.

In all of my vague childhood memories of strawberry picking, I have no recollection of what my mom did with all the berries. When I got home and looked at the berries covering my counter I thought "Oh crap, that's a lot of fruit!" Undaunted I started to cook; strawberry pie, strawberry jam, strawberry bars, strawberry fruit leather (now I'm starting to feel like Bubba from Forrest Gump). The kids also started to eat and eat and eat. When I got to the point where I felt like I couldn't look at another bright red berry, I decided it was time to freeze. Since I was stuck in my own strawberry stupor I mistakenly thought the kids were also strawberried out. Never underestimate the strawberry eating abilities of three little kids.

I carefully washed the fruit and laid it out. Three of the berries were so pretty I decided to get my camera.Three beautiful summer berries. Good enough to eat.


Oops, someone did. Apparently I have one (or three) strawberry elves at my house.

I walked away for two more seconds and came back to this...


The third berry looked so lonely I just had to eat it myself, strawberry elves be darned! Apparently I wasn't as strawberried out as I thought, must be where the kiddos get it from.

I Don't Know Why.....

But when I watch R bend down to teach something to our kids I always fall a little bit more in love with him...






There's just something about a man and his kids, or maybe just my husband and my kids (since I don't seem to be falling in love with strange fathers on walks with their kids). What ever it is, it gets me everytime. I would like to think that it is too darn cute not to love, but maybe it is just that I get to look at my hubby's tush with out him noticing. Most likely it's a little bit of both.