Sunday, October 21, 2007

raspberries for cal

Going berry picking with a two year-old and trying to come away with any berries at all is a task that would make Sisyphus proud. Also, because I was right next to the camera mic (filming, you know), the part where I interject, "NO CAL, ONLY EAT THE BERRIES THAT MOMMY AND DADDY PICK FOR YOU" sounds extremely loud and yell-y, like I am a crazed mother unit. But in my defense, I would like to point out that many of the berries had moldy spots and/or bugs on them, and I didn't want Cal to eat a bug. Like with Halloween candy, I wanted his berries to be screened before consumption. Didn't work with all the berries he crammed into his maw straight off the bush while my back was turned, but oh well, I tried.