Yesterday we headed up to Apple Hill for a little berry picking.
And when picking blueberries off of the bush got a little old, he tried to get some from Grandma's bucket. The girls kept saying he was going to throw up from the massive consumption. I kept my fingers crossed that he was just on antioxidant overload and would be o.k.
After and hour and a half of picking, we were happy with our harvest. That's seventeen pounds of blueberries that Grandma is carrying!
Most of all, I think we were just happy to have fun as a family. These kids all love each other like crazy, and they love doing fun things with Grandma.
I love this blueberry boy!