There’s a park near one of James’ work locations that has a slew of wild raspberry bushes and we decided to take advantage of them and go raspberry picking with the kids. It was super hot and James was really the only one who managed to get a lot, in part because he had the farthest reach. But also because he knows what poison ivy looks like and I can’t, for the life of me, correctly recognize it so I just err on the side of caution. But, also, someone had to wrangle the kids. And feed them freshly picked raspberries (though there is no photographic evidence of this so it’s all just hearsay).
Ben and Evie’s play has a lot of roughhousing, which is fine, generally, but neither quite knows their own strengths or the fact that what might be fun for one might not be fun for the other.
Also, these are a before and after of Ben’s new (at the time) ‘do. It took a lot of convincing to get him to sit for this haircut, and he hasn’t let us do it again since. As it was, he wanted to quite as soon as James did the first swipe, which was obviously a no-go, so Ben wound up on my lap the hole time, clinging to me like James was going to sheer off his ear or something.
I was rearing to get out of the house, so we went to the Skyline Drive in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Not the whole thing, because that would be crazy, but a bit of it. And then, as we do, we stopped for a picnic lunch.