Strawberry Pickin'

Too bad Andrew and I didn't realize that strawberry season had come...and gone. 

We drove a whopping 40 minutes (that is a long time with Jude the Car Screamer) to Akers of Strawberries...a quaint little "You Pick" farm in Baker, Florida (aka middle of nowhere). We picked a few tiny strawberries that looked like they were minutes from death and then I started thinking, "Hmmm, maybe strawberry season is over." Indeed.

But I'm still glad we made the trip. Maddox loved it. He said later at naptime, "Mommy, that place we went to today was pretty nice. I liked it." 

I liked it, too (mostly the homemade strawberry yogurt and strawberry shortcake). 

On the way home, Jude the Car Screamer cranked up, so I climbed into the middle backseat. My arm was numb within minutes...but Jude stopped crying. I think my butt is still numb.

At least next year I will be prepared and hit strawberry season before it's over.

By the way, how cute is this kid?