Since our strawberry picking was such a hit, I decided to brave the heat and cart everyone out to Rouster's Apple House in Milford for blueberry picking. I was hoping to be there by 9am, so that we'd be done long before it got too hot, but then I had to stop for gas and then I made a wrong turn that carried us an extra five miles into the country and after all was said and done, it was 9:45 before we had our pails and were headed to the rows of bushes.
Happily for little legs, the blueberry bushes are very close to the parking lot.
Too hot to be in a carrier, but pleasantly cool in the shade of the stroller!
Helps that they're close to the ground, too.
A little too sunny to smile with eyes open.
There was even room for skinny little boys to venture into the bushes.
After about 20 minutes, though, things had warmed up considerably, the breeze had all but deserted us, and the novelty had worn off. That's about when Owen plopped himself down in the grass, declared he was all done, and asked me to fill his bucket for him.
Don't take my picture, Mommy. I'm all done.
We arrived home to find that some dear friends had sent Silas a belated birthday present, so he got some one-on-one time with Mommy and a new toy while the big boys napped hard. (Silas himself thought an hour of sleep was plenty for the day. I disagreed, but what's a mama to do?)
Taking the roof off is super fun.
In! Out! In! Out!
It was a lot of driving and a lot of drama for a 20-minute activity, but really, isn't all of motherhood these days?! :)
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