This past week I took Dylan to pick strawberries. My Dad and Katelyn came with us. I've decided that picking strawberries with a two year old child whose favorite fruit is strawberries can be a little hectic. Here's a rundown of how this all played out. "No Dylan, don't pick that strawberry, that one is green, it is not ripe." "Come here Dylan." "No Dylan, don't swallow the stem you are not supposed to eat that part." All the while trying to fill my gallon bucket. But with all that said, I still had a good time and would love to do it again next year. Although, I may be a mean Mommy and see if I can get someone to watch the kids next time (I don't think my sanity could handle doing this with two little kids).
Rows and rows of the sweetest strawberries.
Dylan with a strawberry leaf under his eye. I also loved how Katelyn kept on reminding me not to pick the green ones and to only pick the ones that were really red.
While my Dad and I were going to pay for our berries, Katelyn, the informer, tells us that Dylan had climbed up into the very tall tractor. Yikes!!!
I was so embarrassed when we were done because it was quite obvious that Dylan had enjoyed plenty of strawberries while we were picking. You can see a little bit of the juice all over his face. I was also happy that I had just bought a Clorox bleach pen for the many stains all over the front of his white shirt (what was I thinking putting him in that).
The fruits of my labors.
What do you do with a whole lot of strawberries? Make some super easy freezer jam that tastes absolutely incredible. By the way, I found this awesome site with a simple how to on it if any first-timers may be interested.
Toilets
I have decided that when your sister says, "Hurry, Kayleen grab your camera", it doesn't always mean that your child is being adorably sweet and good. I had already patted myself on the back that Dylan had never played in the toilet. I thought that I was so on top of it. Furthermore, he hadn't been showing any interest in messing around with it, so I thought that I had passed that stage. Boy how I was wrong!!! By the way, thanks again to Kara for helping me unstop the toilet while I scrubbed away at Dylan's hands.
No, I don't have only a couple more weeks to go!
Yikes! Today at church this man figured that with my size I only had a few more weeks left before I was due. I tried to save him and tell him that I had like three more months but the damage was done before he heard me I guess. This happened to me all the time when I was pregnant with Dylan. Some of my favorites were, "When were you do, yesterday?", "You're HUGE!", and probably one of my favorites was the stranger in Walmart that asked, "Oh, are you having twins?". Oh well! I've decided that people carry babies differently and I don't know if it has to do with the baby's gender or what, but I just seem to carry babies almost to the point where they are like out of my body.
But the good news is that I just reached 27 weeks which means that I am now in my third trimester. That makes 13 more weeks to go.
The other bit of good news is, dare I say, we've agreed on a name. I think that I bother Isaac to death on names until he finally gives in to my demands. But I love having the name because it makes me feel so much more connected to the baby growing inside me and it helps me feel so much more attached to him. So, here's to baby Owen (we're working on the middle name still). We can't (but we can, if you know what I mean) wait to meet you!
By the way, the camera must have been loving me because they don't do the belly justice. These make it look much smaller.
