Blueberry picking has become a summer tradition for us. The first time we went the Monk, whos now 5 1/2, was only a year and a half old. The patch we always go to is about half an hour south of us- and more than worth the drive!
Each time we go, things happen almost exactly the same way. (minus the vomiting from Monk eating too many green berries, like the first year we went.) Everyone starts off really excited and anxious to get to the berries-
When we get about here...
The whining begins.
Not much later we head to the bridge in the shade (its HOT during berry season!) to check out the "swamp" (known to everyone else as a very small pond) and look for Shrek
Ok- so the "one last picture" is actually comprised of 42 out-takes and one decent picture. oh well! At least I got *one* where they were both looking at me!
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