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Five for me, one for the basket
It's almost the end of the strawberries here in Milton and since we hadn't been picking all season I decided to pack the kids up and head up to Double D Farms, ignoring the 20% chance of thunderstorms. The boys were so excited and all they could talk about was feeding the goats. The farm has this huge vegetable garden with the most amazing onions, and strawberries of course, and at the end of it all is a fenced area where they keep the goats. I'm not sure what they keep the goats for as I never got that far in any conversation with the owners. I do know they eat EVERYTHING! We used to feed them the rotting berries from the ground and watch them pile on top of each other and butt each other to get to our hands first. Sometimes a shirt got in the mix but the goat didn't care. He would just keep munching and munching, hoping at some point to get a berry to wash down all that cotton. Well, we get to the farm today and it is completely different and yep, you got it...no goats. It wasn't too bad though. Ethan would only ask every 5 minutes "Where are the doats Mommy?" instead of screaming and throwing himself in the dirt which is what has been happening lately when he doesn't get what he wants 5 minutes ago. I am presenting Exhibit B today; Ethan's crab bucket. It has his motto printed on it, Don't Worry, Be Crabby, and he doesn't go anywhere without it. He eats cereal out of it, chips, fruit guys, you name it. It also doubles as a carrier for his Hot Wheels and if the mood strikes he might choose to use it to beat his brother or dog over the head with it. So many uses, so little time. This day he thought it might prove to be a useful strawberry bucket. It certainly did and it proved to be quite handy on the way back to the car: he held it in the crook of his left elbow and could easily and ergonomically reach into the bucket with his right hand and pluck out a ripe juicy berry. He then brought it fluidly up to his mouth without missing a beat. He even saved us some money by having breakfast on the way to the scales. That's my guy! Mason did such a good job and chose only red ones unlike all the green ones last year. He really enjoyed the picking part this time around and liked to choose all the big ripe peaches too. Peaches are his favorite fruit and loves to eat them whole like an apple. I convinced him to wait until we washed the fuzz off though.
It's almost the end of the strawberries here in Milton and since we hadn't been picking all season I decided to pack the kids up and head up to Double D Farms, ignoring the 20% chance of thunderstorms. The boys were so excited and all they could talk about was feeding the goats. The farm has this huge vegetable garden with the most amazing onions, and strawberries of course, and at the end of it all is a fenced area where they keep the goats. I'm not sure what they keep the goats for as I never got that far in any conversation with the owners. I do know they eat EVERYTHING! We used to feed them the rotting berries from the ground and watch them pile on top of each other and butt each other to get to our hands first. Sometimes a shirt got in the mix but the goat didn't care. He would just keep munching and munching, hoping at some point to get a berry to wash down all that cotton. Well, we get to the farm today and it is completely different and yep, you got it...no goats. It wasn't too bad though. Ethan would only ask every 5 minutes "Where are the doats Mommy?" instead of screaming and throwing himself in the dirt which is what has been happening lately when he doesn't get what he wants 5 minutes ago. I am presenting Exhibit B today; Ethan's crab bucket. It has his motto printed on it, Don't Worry, Be Crabby, and he doesn't go anywhere without it. He eats cereal out of it, chips, fruit guys, you name it. It also doubles as a carrier for his Hot Wheels and if the mood strikes he might choose to use it to beat his brother or dog over the head with it. So many uses, so little time. This day he thought it might prove to be a useful strawberry bucket. It certainly did and it proved to be quite handy on the way back to the car: he held it in the crook of his left elbow and could easily and ergonomically reach into the bucket with his right hand and pluck out a ripe juicy berry. He then brought it fluidly up to his mouth without missing a beat. He even saved us some money by having breakfast on the way to the scales. That's my guy! Mason did such a good job and chose only red ones unlike all the green ones last year. He really enjoyed the picking part this time around and liked to choose all the big ripe peaches too. Peaches are his favorite fruit and loves to eat them whole like an apple. I convinced him to wait until we washed the fuzz off though.
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