Strawberries
Like we have been doing almost every summer since we've been here, we took a little walk down to the strawberry fields. The woman running the place (who's pretty nice) had a little cut on her finger and Max, who had just gotten a cut on his arm (hand, leg, face… I don't remember because the boy injures himself on a daily basis) was very sympathetic to her "boo-boo" and managed to get himself some free "boo-boo-berries." So now, strawberries are no longer strawberries, and will at least for now be called boo-boo-berries.
^One of the horses that we see on our walk up. Max thinks they're cool… but from a distance.^
^Note that this shirt is clean. After about half a dozen strawberries, the boy looked like he murdered someone. ^
& Ice Cream
On one of the many summer holiday days, Scott actually took it off and we went into town for a non-shopping trip. It involved lunch and of course, delicious (and cheap!) ice cream. This was the first time I'd packed an extra pair of clothes for Max (we had just started potty training… which Max was a pro at) so we said here's a cone, have fun. Which he did and was a sticky mess afterwards.
^The usual interaction between the brothers. Max points, talks, and plays while Zac is glued to his every move with only smiles for his older brother. These two are going to be trouble when Zac is old enough to walk.^
^The new water park which we'll try out when it's not so hot out.^
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