Sometimes things are unicorns made of baby laughter and narwals swimming through skittles, sometimes things are just a poonami of craptacular proportions. Sometimes the normal lexicon just isn't enough.
My family used to go strawberry picking every year. I loved that tradition! Here is the first in what I hope is a long line of berry picking adventures. Of course, we cannot leave a cool tractor un-explored and un-posed.
Bean at a lot of strawberries. Sorry, Tougas Farms.
A wagon ride!
This tractor reminded me a lot of the old tractor we had growing up. Ah, memories... This is right before Bean did a face plant on the swings and got a bloody lip. Poor kid. It was pretty traumatic.