We went strawberry picking a few weeks ago with the famdibily. First let me tell you when Micah mows the lawn, Emmett is confused thinking it's a vacuum and continues to pick blossoms and throw them in front of the mower and likes to see them get sucked up. This is our newest fun I'm trying to teach him not to do. Also back home in ABQ we planted a garden, years ago now (technically just 2 years ago, but I can't believe it's been THAT long!) and I'd have to stop Emmett from pulling off the tomatoes all the time. I think this is pretty typical for little kids. Which is why for the life of me I can't figure out why when we go "Strawberry Picking"-I mean, the whole activity is to do what he normally gets in trouble for!-he wouldn't pick a single berry. Not one. Didn't want to touch anything.
He was the 'finder' I guess you could say. The rows are so long and straight and he would run down them, stop for a minute and saw 'Here's some!' and I'd come behind and encourage him to pick some and try to pick some myself before he took off. We also thought this was an all day kind of thing, but apparently they cut off the pick your own at noon, so we had literally 6 minutes & were kind of in a hurry.
Tyson was a little more into picking than Emmett, but even he didn't care about filling up his basket. He was the 'taster,' making sure we were picking the sweetest berries. So between the 2 of them, I guess we had a pretty good team.
A fun outing-he enjoyed it quite a bit and didn't seem to care he was missing the whole point of it.
Happy Berry Season to all of you!
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I made strawberry jam over the weekend. I picked my berries at Market Basket. Lame, I know.
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