Mother's Day

Our little town here in Tennessee is famous for strawberries, and we make a point every year to go to our favorite strawberry patch and pick as much as we can to prepare for the year ahead. This year was Edie's fifth trip (she's been every year she's been alive), so she's an old pro. She knew exactly which berries to go for and did a pretty good job filling up her bucket.

This year was Marty's second trip, and his first in which he was permitted outside of a stroller. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, which suited him just fine. Edie told me before we left that her job would be to keep Marty from getting "tangled," which turned out to be pretty prescient. He spent a lot of time ignoring the strawberries and climbing through as many plants as he could. Unfortunately, it turns out that he's either allergic to strawberries or the plants and leaves, because he had a pretty swollen face by the time we were all finished.

Astute readers may notice that he's wearing new boots in this picture. Tamsen got tired of him swiping Edie's boots every chance he got and just bought him some boots of his own. They arrived earlier this week, and once they did, he took them out of the box, put them carefully on his feet, looked up at Tamsen, and distinctly said, "DA-yum!"

Little man loves his boots.

Today is Mother's Day, and we celebrated by letting Mama sleep for a while and then being kind enough to snuggle for a bit after she got up. Here she is cuddling with the boy.

These kids, sometimes they're pretty alright. Marty concluded this touching moment by pouring his water bottle all over some library books, though, so sometimes they aren't so alright.