Blueberry Baby

When Logan was just a little peanut last fall, we went apple picking. It was a beautiful day, but he was too little to really get it. His curls hadn't even grown in yet. He had just started walking, and wasn't ready to start chomping down on apples independently yet. I had to cut them into teeny tiny pieces once we got home, which is not really the same as eating an apple straight from the tree. I knew I wanted to go again. So, since this spring when things started to grow again, I have been desperately wanting to venture back to the orchard.



One wonderful weekday morning, Logan, my dad, and I went back to the orchard. There was a big hand painted sign outside that read, "Blueberries."

Me: Logan!!! Look at the painted sign! It says blueberries.

Logan: Painting!!! Puh-lease! Glreen! (He likes to throw an L into that word for some reason).

Me: Hmmm....



Once we parked the car we walked into a big netted area and a man showed us where to start picking blueberries! Logan looked around. He saw us picking the berries and putting them into a basket. His eyes widened in excitement. Now he had the idea...... well kind of.



He was an expert blueberry picker, but not so great at putting them into the actual basket. Every last blueberry that he picked went into his mouth. He probably ate a hundred the whole time we were there. He had so much fun, and I can't wait to take him back again soon!