Berry picking and camping on the farm

There is a magical time of the year when both strawberries and blueberries are in season.

Over the weekend we picked 10 lbs of juicy, local, fresh berries. I was in berry heaven. Embarrassingly, I didn’t even know blueberries grew on bushes, I thought they just came in plastic pints. I would have picked way more, but G and I were both getting too hot. I ordered a Frogg Toggs Towel to help keep us cool for summer babywearing outings.

Our dear friends had a camp out of their farm. I romanticize the idea of farm life, maybe if we become farmers Page will do all the work. Taking our almost 6 month old camping has it’s challenges. Like getting him to sleep at night, and in this case, being woken up by roosters at 5:00am. We were all snuggled up beside each other much like we are in our bed at home. I think it’s cute, funny, and annoying. We thought we would never do any amount of co-sleeping.

I thought all the weekend outings we do were to make our baby a more flexible little human, but really it’s making me more: flexible, present, patient, loving…you get the picture. Having a baby changes everything. Life does not go back to “normal.”

There were a lot of people on the farm. In large groups, I either talk to no one or have a one-on-one, maybe one-on-two conversation. There were plenty of friendly people to converse with, I love meeting friend’s friends.

My bra is always showing, my hair is a mess, and I look tired. Regardless, I feel mostly fantastic. Guess that’s what a healthy diet,yoga, and alcohol will do for you.
Not pictured: Page being the life of the party by letting everyone shoot his guns.