We had so much fun picking blueberries yesterday! Turns out Asher is quite the little harvester. And thankfully, he is beginning to pronounce blueberries correctly, because for quite some time, he has referred to them as "boobies," which makes for some very interesting sentences.
He did a great job of just picking the ripe ones (for the most part.)
Although I'm pretty sure he ate more than he actually put in his bucket.
But that's OK--part of the beauty of picking your own blueberries! I'm glad that we at least introduced him to the idea that food does not just appear on the shelves at HEB--that there is a little more involved in the process.
This is Kris' "I love blueberries!" face.
Jude just enjoyed the ambiance and ate some grass. And he looked precious in his little overalls.
And me? I was a blueberry picking machine! It was like I was born in an orchard. Check that out--a kid on the hip and a bucket around my neck. Amazing.
We got about 2.5 lbs. for a little over $3.00 and had a lot of fun in the process. Not bad for an evening's work. Lord willing, we will be back next blueberry season!