April in Charleston means Strawberry time! Actually, it was a tad early. Strawberries were out, but they will be juicier and more plentiful probably in a few weeks. We're going to go back since today's adventure landed us ZERO strawberries. The girls ate some along the way. At one point, Noa even had a bucket full. But somehow they were gone when we left. I'm not sure if she ate them or if the bucket tipped. Either way, no jam for us...
BUT WHO CARES?! The more kids I have, the more I feel like I need to lower my expectations. I would've been so stressed out if I had wanted to bring home a ton of berries today, while goin' it alone with 4 kids. My only expectations were to get there in one piece (which we did!), and to have fun with friends (which we did!). See what a victorious day we had??? I need to start applying this to my time with the kids each day. It is certainly o.k. to expect some things, but when I get myself all in a wad about it, usually the day goes downhill fast. But enough talk... here's some cute kids...
|Brothie was a trooper. It was a little windy, so he totally did NOT want to be there. He wanted to sleep. Eventually he fell asleep on me. I'd like to think my heartbeat had something to do with that... so miraculous. ;)|
|Yaya Joy (A name she gave herself. She thinks everyone's middle name is "Joy.")|
|Lydie soon tired of finding strawberries after about the fourth one.|
|Why no smile, Lyds?|
|Dawn's crew. Nothin' says Johns Island like Dawn.|
|Ruthie and her favorite shirt. It is not MY favorite shirt which is why we chose it for strawberry picking. I was hoping she would totally destroy it. Didn't happen.|
|Shandy's crew. Smart enough to bring a stroller!|
|Ivana showing off her baby love in the back. And Sue being sweet Sue.|
|Sweet Ansley. Her hair and her personality match.|
|Lydie couldn't quite get the hang of the bag inside the bucket thing.|
|Get IN the picture with your kids, Jackie! Brother was crying, Lydie was running away, Noa and Ruthie were mildly supportive of the family pic. Not all it is cracked up to be.|
|Rode home with a car full of dirt faces. And hands. And feet. And bellies full of strawberries.|