Berries!

When we visit my parents during the summer, we have to pick berries. Our family has been picking blueberries every summer for as long as I can remember. I have many great memories of hours spent at the blueberry patch with my cousins, aunts, grandmas, mom, and sister. Fortunately this summer was no different in that we got to pick berries. What was different, however is that Trip was able to be part of the experience this time. That meant that we didn't pick as much, weren't there as long, and were more interrupted, but it was fun nonetheless.

Trip enjoyed running around and exploring. He also enjoyed eating lots of blueberries. We couldn't get him to pick them off the bushes, though. He wanted what was on the ground!

This was when we knew it was time to leave- a full-on meltdown. He likes to look at this picture and say, "cry." It cracks me up each time!

The next day, Trip and I went to pick raspberries while Mom was at work. He did fairly well there and again, ate lots of raspberries off of the ground. That field was muddier as well, so he enjoyed playing in the moist dirt. He was a complete mess by the time I was done picking! As we left the farm, the owner said that she guessed we were headed home for a bath and then a nap. She had it exactly right!

The raspberries were delicious and HUGE!

Mom helped me freeze the blueberries whole and then mash and de-seed the raspberries that we also froze to make jam later.