Okay, apparantly no one thought my dad's poem was funny. Poo on you.
Yesterday as a family we went to a local farm and picked 33.5 pounds of strawberries (at $1.50/lb you really can't go wrong--and these were plump and delicious, perfectly ripe)!
So last night Brent and I worked for hours getting about 20 pounds in the freezer, and today I made jam and a strawberry pie. Seriously, people, how domestic can I get? But it was DELICIOUS and I'm quite proud of my handiwork.
The boys helped me with the jam.
Then we went to the water park! It was another 34 degrees day...I'm losing sight of all the bones in my feet, and every night I pour myself a literally cold bath and soak for about 20 minutes. I'm a sausage. I'm overdone. I've SEVEN WEEKS TO GO (though I told a nosey parker at the water park that I'm 39 weeks, as I stood under one of the sprinklers for relief...people are just trying to be sympathetic, but I just want them to go away!
Here are some delicious pix;
Brent thought I was the local juicy, but he thought wrong
Ayden enjoying his strawberry milkshake reward
Matthew was helping me make jam at this point, and I wanted a nice picture but he was really preferring to cry, so he has a weird look on his face. It really is torture to smile for a picture for your mother, folks. Just ask Matthew!
Matthew at the water park
Ayden at the water park
This is classic Matthew. Today was a bit much for Matthew to handle, I think. Ayden did something that offended him, and he was marching towards me to tell me his sob story (I was laughing so hard it was difficult for me to hold the camera still)
This is officially my FIRST PIE. You really can't get enough pictures of this gorgeous, delicious, work of art pie: