Here's Fisher trying to peek out the window...almost tall enough!
Last weekend, we went to pick strawberries at a farm about 5 miles away. There were few pickers at the farm since it was one of the first places to open early in the strawberry season.
We swore to the girls at the cash register that we didn't eat ANY strawberries in the field...
Fisher picking:
He was definitely a fan of fresh strawberries warmed by the sun. But then again, who isn't???
More evidence used against us at the cash register...
Besides growing strawberries, they also raised "oreo" cows! I wonder what their milk tastes like?!?!
My family is quite snobbish about the jelly we eat. What better than to make our own? Fisher is quality control, pointing and letting us know we needed more strawberries:
The finished product: three batches of freezer jam and one of cooked jam:
Playing in the basement one lazy morning:
Here's our tired little tyke, the first day of marathon 5 day fever:Crazy hair:
This summer's first dip in the kiddie pool:
This eating business is tiring, especially his newest trick of rubbing food in his hair:
Crime scene...
My handsome "big boy" asked me to paint his toenails after seeing the results of my pedicure. He asked for blue or green, and since I had some and he kept asking, I obliged. He was so stinking proud of his blue toes and showed EVERYONE he could at daycare. He kept saying my toenails were pretty and his were handsome!



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What's up Alison? Only one post a month now?! :-) Hope you're doing well!
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