I had planned to wear Moses on my back while I picked. But I soon realized that was going to be impossible. It would have worked if we were picking raspberries or something else where I would be reaching up, but being on my hands and knees with a squirmy eight month old baby on my back was not going to work. But it was cute while it lasted!
After about 20 minutes I took Mo off and let him crawl in the dirt, smoosh strawberries and get all dirty. Safe to say he had a good time.
Micah was so adorably excited to go picking. He kept talking about it at bedtime the night before. You may not be able to tell from the photo above, but he had a blast. His sweet innocence was perfect. He would search so hard for a good strawberry (which was tough, all the berries were quite small). Once he found one he would show it to me or my mom asking, "Is this a ripe one?! Is this a ripe one?!" We'd assure him it was wonderful and then every single time he would categorize the berry. A big one would be a "daddy" berry, and medium one a "mommy" berry, and a tiny one a "kid" berry. He kept saying he was going to use his strawberries to make a strawberry cake for my birthday. My birthday is in December. He is the sweetest.
Malia was so completely Malia. My very competitive little girl would change spots every two minutes trying to find the best picking areas. She delighted in her allowed freedom to pick wherever she desired as long as we could see her. She is such a sweet girl. Her berries were supposed to go into my box for us to take home, but she kept bringing special berries to Nannie and helping fill her box too. I'm so proud to be this girl's mother.
Strawberry picking was SO MUCH HARDER than I expected. I think I much prefer raspberries, cherries, or apples. But at the end of our day we filled a box and made some memories.
Now I must figure out what to do with them.
-Kelsey
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