Friday the girls and I went strawberry picking! Organic, home-grown, sweet, juicy strawberries.
We picked for a while before our basket was full. What am I saying? I picked for a while; the girls picked for about five minutes and then decided they just wanted to supervise. My prize pick:
That’s odd. They swear to us it’s all organic! The best part was that the owners let begged and ordered us to eat while we picked.
Can you tell Ashlyn took her duties seriously?
A great morning to a mixed bag of a day. I thought we were going to run out of gas before we got to the farm. The directions were “just north of Prattville”. That’s like Du telling us Neueschwanstein was “just over the hill” as we were on the verge of mutiny while walking from the parking lot to the castle in Bavaria. We made it though with just enough gallons to get us to the nearest station when we left for home.
On the way home we found out potentially where we’ll be moving to next. This is a good thing since we could be moving in as little as six weeks. I’ll give further details once we’ve officially been notified.
Then later on that night Reagan broke her arm. I think I’ll post about that one tomorrow…
Not So SAHM 
what fun!
excited to hear where you guys will be moving!
Ok, seriously, you find the most entertaining and exciting things to do with your girls! I can’t wait for the opportunity to do these things with my children! Alas, we won’t be doing much berry picking in AZ, but we can probably pick oranges, canteloupe, honeydew and pumpkin’s from my best friends dad’s farm!
I can’t wait to find out where you are moving! Pick AZ, Pick AZ!
Cute, cute pictures of the girls. I especially love Ashlyn’s strawberry beard; she be give’n sweet kisses.
What great shots! It’s a tad chilly here for strawberries, but my heart is with you…I just love picking berries! BTW, wanted to remind you that today is Uncle Lynn’s birthday, and I’m running a one-day POPrs giveaway to celebrate. Please come by!
LOVE the strawberry pix! And those girls, just too cute. Can’t wait to hear where the next stop is. You always sound so calm about just packing up and moving your life … wherever. Seems to be a quality that has served you well.
Poor Reagan! Summer casts are not fun at all.
oh no! Reagan with a broken arm! Any chance you’re coming back here?
OK, I’m all tip-toeing through the strawberry fields with you…and then…
MOVING? Reagan broke her arm?
Oh, dear. Need more details, please.