Last week, we had our weekly Bobbis/Cousins playdate at a strawberry picking farm in the middle of Arlington. We drive by it almost every day and have never gotten to stop, so I was so excited to get Laney out there for some strawberry picking fun! It ended up being much more eventful than I expected. It poured the night before and that left us with some pretty muddy strawberry fields.Laney and Tessa moved at close to the same speed. They had no discretion when it came to picking. Any strawberry was acceptable....mushy, nibbled on by bugs, totally white and unripe ....they didn't care! There was a serious "no sampling" rule, so I got to go through Laney's selections with a stricter eye. Laney loved her basket since it felt just like a little purse!
And, here is where it started to get recally fun. We got to the end of the first row of berries and I guess the drainage wasn't as great down there. It was so muddy that Laney's crocs got stuck in the mud as she kept walking. Then she tumbled completely to the ground and was just covered. She was fine and not even upset, so typically I would have been fine too and probably would have laughed just like my mom and sister were. Maybe I should blame the pregnancy hormones, because I was so irritated. I was ready to march up to the guy at the front and suggest that he drop about ten minutes off of his intro "do not sample the strawberries and here are the fifty reasons why not" speech and give all his visitors a clue that half of his fields were covered in quicksandy mud!!!!!Of course Laney was completely fine and just went on picking (barefoot and filthy) So, I got over my irritation and followed behind her making absolutely sure that there was no sampling of any kind!Hosing down the muddy girls. Laney was definitely the muddiest, but Bobbis looks to be a close second.