I apologize for the poop theme. I can't help it; it has become a major factor in my life. Today I learned that you can't let a small boy loose in a blueberry patch for over an hour and not pay for it later. I paid, my kitchen floor paid, my bathtub paid, and my washing machine paid. Do you get the picture? POOP CITY AROUND HERE! I blame the green ones, as Little A. doesn't seem to discriminate between ripe and unripe.
They're so PRETTY, though! They look so INNOCENT! But beware! Horrors are lurking!
We all had fun at the berry farm.
And afterwards, we were all very hot and needed to go swimming. So we did. It's much easier to take Little A. when there are TWO adults available to wrestle him into an upright position in the pool.
And my favorite of the day:
hahahahaha!
Hey! This post wasn't as much about poop as we feared it would be! Catchy title, though. . . .
Hey-Poop happens. Sometimes it happens to be on the bottom of your shoe, sometimes it happens on the floor, or the tub. I don’t like to think about it mixing it up in the washer- but poop happens there, too!
That last picture of Ben?
The cutest, I need a copy of that.
Well…at least the swimming pool didn’t pay for the Extreme Blueberry Ingestion…yikes.
Great pictures of a great day (excepting the poop catastrophe, of course)!