Berry Baby

It is blueberry season here in New Hampshire, and we have certainly been doing our share to support the local farm economy. In addition to buying fruit at the farmers' market, we've also gone twice to a pick-your-own orchard and berry patch just north of town. They are open until 7 one night a week, and it makes for a pleasant evening outing.

B enjoys hanging out in her Ergo, accepting bitten-in-half blueberries from us every so often.


Here she is signing "more"!


Once we collect a couple of big colanders full of blueberries, we head up to the raspberry patch, which is on its last legs but still producing a bit. The raspberry bushes grow closer together, forming tight rows, so we feel comfortable letting Brynna out to roam.


She then heads off like a shot...


Because there are berries to be snatched!


Yum!


Tonight B spent the whole drive home thrusting her little hand up above her head, over the back of her carseat, demanding one blueberry at a time from our stash in the front seat. She would then chortle maniacally and stuff the berry in her mouth before insisting (loudly!) on another one. It's hard to get her to eat anything else these days—I think she might turn into a giant blueberry soon.