Strawberry Week.

We had houseguests again last week, about which anon. Eleanor is basically addicted to having guests so I have been trying to distract her from her sorrow now they are gone. So we went berry picking. 

LOOK AT HER PICK THOSE BERRIES LIKE A GROWN-UP PERSON. 

Don't be fooled, though. After like four minutes she was all, You pick into the basket and I will pick into my tummy. 

Geneva was like, WHAT GLORIOUS WORLD IS THIS. 

But also she cried a lot because teething and sick, and walking in teeny adorable rain boots on uneven ground is hard. So I had her in the backpack for like half of it and my sacrum, you guys. Worth it, though. 

We picked 8L of strawberries in about an hour, and ate at least half that amount again. I'm declaring it Strawberry Week. We will have shortcakes.