Hey you guys, the strawberries are ready! 
And this year I have TWO eager, capable little berry pickers.
Its funny, how, as a parent you are watching your kid grow up, literally on a daily basis. And most of the time you don't notice it happening. Its not always measurable, and often veeeerrrrryyy slow, but then one day you suddenly realize that they've mastered something cool or stopped doing something annoying and you are surprised and delighted. And in this case, all of a sudden it seems that The Little Dude is a competent berry picker. Like, he's actually helpful. Not small child "look how I'm helping mommy!" helpful, but all the while they are making a colossal mess or requiring all your attention and keeping you from accomplishing anything yourself. Nope, this year he was legitimately really good at picking berries.
All the berries he picked were ripe, he hardly ate any of them, and he needed no redirection or chasing down at any point. He was really helpful!
This one, not so much.
I mean, he was really interested in picking, really motivated, I'll give him that.
But he had one goal and one goal only....
...and that was stuffing as many berries as possible into his face. I swear they should have weighed him on the way in and then weighed him on the way out and charged us for the difference.
We had some great company too. Auntie Gwen was there to pick with us.
And our cousin Ariana was there too. So it was not only tasty, but fun. Even though I lost my keys in the field, (don't worry, we found them back) and we forgot the Little Guy's hat (the hat which he hates to wear, but cried his heart out over the loss. Seriously). But despite all that, we still had a great time. And now there is a big basket of berries on the kitchen counter, and we've had berries with every meal today. So lovely. It won't be our last trip to the berry field this season. That's for sure.
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