Strawberry Fields Forever

Let me start by saying it's 2:45 in the morning and I'm blogging. Why? Because I fell asleep on the couch at 8:15 watching TV with Chris, went to bed at 8:30, and woke up 15 minutes ago wide awake.

Sunday we took the boys to pick strawberries. It was so much fun! We got 11 pounds of strawberries!! I want to go back at least one more time before the season ends in June. I'm going to try making some strawberry jam, which I've never done before. Today I'm going to make - what else? - a strawberry cake. They had some HUGE ones there that looked delicious, but after buying 11 pounds of strawberries I certainly couldn't bring myself to buy a strawberry cake! Chris said he enjoyed picking them more than he expected. David LOVED it and was great at finding nice red ones. Henry, as I should have expected, was much more interested in just running up and down the rows. He helped me pick some, but was uninterested in doing so himself. Jack. . . hated it. I suspect because I was wearing him in the Baby Bjorn, so each time I bent over to pick some he perhaps felt he was going to fall out. I sort of crouched down, held his head, and leaned over to get the berries. I'm sure I looked silly, but he finally fell asleep.

After we picked the strawberries, we went to my parents' house for a visit and to give them some of the fruits of our labors. They opened their pool a couple of weeks ago, and David and Henry went swimming. They're insane. The water was 70 degrees. I completely understand that in Massachusetts 70 degrees would probably be the water temperature in July in their pool. However, we live in TN, and we're spoiled. That water was damn cold! Henry wasn't interested in the pool because it was so cold, so he lounged in the hot tub. David, my little fish, didn't care at all about the temp. and swam his little heart out.

Here are some more photos. I'm going to try to go back to sleep!