We went to pick blueberries from our friend, Scott's uncles farm (thrice removed from Kevin Bacon...not really, jk). It was so fun! We each got a bucket and after a few instructions on picking...we went to work. Our little family didn't last too long. But long enough to gather up a whole plastic Publix bag of blueberries on a beautiful Florida spring evening. Mmmmmm. They were SO sweet. :)
Picking berries with Colbie in tow was not fun for the lower back. Dan and I took turns picking berries and holding the baby girl.
I had a little hitchhiker on my buckey...UGH...THERE I GO AGAIN...I mean my BUCKET...and got carried away with my little camera.
Froggie is holding on for dear life, can't you see the terror in his little face? (above) :) That terror may actually be of my children who did not leave him alone for a solid 10 mins. That is a long time for a little froggy.This is his "seriously?" face or "really?" face. "Seriously you are giving commentary on a small frog at a blueberry farm?" Yes, I am.
This may have been where his entire little froggy life is flashing before his little froggy eyes as he gets squeezed a little too tightly, once again showing extreme emotion. :) (Should I have been British for this ridiculously dry/silly humor?)
Daisy said it looked like I had on "pantyhose" with my feet so dirty.