Violet Beauregarde has nothing on Joshua

We went berry picking today at a local farm. Raspberries, strawberries, and blueberries were ripe, and we spent a couple of hours there picking all three. Joshua, as you know if you've been reading this blog, is very big on fruit right now and since we were out in the fields around lunchtime we were feeding him berries as we picked them. Now normally this wouldn't be a big deal, because how many berries can an 11 month old eat? The answer in his case is "a surprisingly large quantity".

I kept filling a quart box with blueberries (did you know that it helps to be tall and have long arms when picking blueberries? You can get to all of the really nice, plump, ripe berries that are either too high off the ground for most people to reach, or buried too deeply within the blueberry bushes for most people to reach) and then finding that it wasn't quite full anymore. Joshua was grabbing fistfuls of berries with both hands and stuffing as many of them as possible into his mouth. He looked like a little curly-headed chipmunk with his cheeks full of berries. I probably should have offered to pay the farm extra for the blueberries he ate, since he can go through a pint of them when he's on a roll, but I didn't think of it until just now.

And of course tomorrow Samantha will have the pleasure of singing her "Blueberry butt boy" song all over again. It's a rich, full life.