I know, photos of the dog. Soon. It’s hard to take a photo of him. He moves around a lot.
On Tuesday, I thought it would be a great idea to go out and slug through some mud to pick some strawberries under the blazing sun with a 10 month old and a 2 year old by myself.
I think the best part was when I was kneeling in the soggy hay, avoiding thistles and picking through berries while having Morella pick them out of the flat as fast a possible to take a single bite and throw them back all while keeping Neeners from climbing into the box of strawberries where she would sit and spin, screeching happily and clapping. Do I even need to say that the strawberries that I did bring home — most has to be thrown out?