This morning I took the boys out behind our house, and we spent some time picking blackberries. For a little while, James helped load some blackberries in the back of his Tonka dump truck, but for the most part, I did most of the picking. Then after a little while, we just went on a long walk...James pushing his dump truck, and me pushing Sam in the stroller. Sam fell asleep in the stroller which I expected. Upon our return home, I placed Sam into his crib, and James went to town on the blackberries...literally eating every single one that had been picked.
When I was young, I remember going out with my mom and picking blackberries. We would have so much fun picking pails full of blackberries and then come home and make some yummy goodies with them. When James and Sam are a little older, perhaps that will be the goal...to pick enough blackberries to make a yummy cobbler or pie with. For now, though, the simple joy of munching away on ripe, freshly picked blackberries ranks pretty high on my two year old's list. I couldn't ask for much more than that.
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