Thursday, June 12, 2008

No siree Bob

When I popped into Erin's blog this morning I thought, "How refreshing to see someone say that there is no way her kids would pick a ton of strawberries in the boiling heat without all of them ending up frustrated." And then I swore I would give up on the idea of Jack and I picking berries this year.
Except 5 minutes later he was in the kitchen kicking me and calling me a damn stupid poopy mommy.

Ok then. We had better go visit Farmer Karl after all.

It started out promising enough, Jack was so cute asking why we were in the "meadow", and asking what those noises were (crickets).
But do not be fooled. This was not some idyllic trip to the local farm where my child romped through the fields, stuffing his face with berries warm from the sunshine while I snapped perfect photographs and soaked up the beauty of it all.
Oh no. No siree Bob. This was us being told by Farmer Karl that pickins' were slim and that it was so hot we were going to be boiled down there. This is us traipsing WAY down to the lower field in the blazing hot sun desperately hunting for a few decent berries. This is Jack picking three strawberries and declaring that he was done with this stupid poopy "cherry" picking. This is Jack spitting out the only strawberry he let pass his lips while declaring it disgusting. This is us practically passing out from heat stroke after only 20 minutes in that field.
That's ok, I'll just eat them all myself. (The 1 lb I managed to pick, LOL.)

I didn't name this blog The Misadventures of Mama & Jack for nothing you know.

25 comments:

  1. barbara10:39 AM

    Gee, Sarah. My children would never behave that way. They were always cheerful, I always thought to bring sunscreen and water bottles (partially frozen the night before to stay cold), and the crop was always beautiful and plenteous. I think we sang songs together as we picked, too. I mean, it's been 10 years since I took them, but that's exactly how I remember it. :)

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  2. Oh my gosh, this reminds me of being a kid and having to go strawberry picking with my mom and brothers. It was always boiling hot, I was always thirsty, there were too many bugs and spiders for my liking, and my brothers and I usually ended up fighting! :)

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  3. Remember about a month ago when it was all cold and rainy and youlonged for summer? Bit ya right in the butt, didn't it? I pick my strawberies in the produce section near the A/C vent. ;o)

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  4. I am such a fan of yours. Thanks for keeping it real. It brought on a good laugh that I needed!

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  5. I remember picking strawberries at a farmer's field with my mom every year and hating it! Now I wish I could do that. Oh well. The berries look yummy. I'm sure he'll remember this too.

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  6. Haha, excellent post Sarah! Especially bringing it all around to the name of your blog! And good for you -- you had an adventure nonetheless!

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  7. So funny! I know how Jack feels, because I've never been big of berry picking, myself. And it has been so hot lately...At least you can feel like a good mom for dragging yourself out there!

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  8. Oh - you gave it a really good try.

    I hope you did eat those strawberries and enjoyed them.

    There'll be other adventures! : )

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  9. Haha that does not sound fun! And I get the feeling that Jack has a favourite word.

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  10. Vicki7:21 PM

    Now I am imagining 2!!! young folks terrorizing a strawberry patch...I may be buying them already picked for a few years!!!!! Vicki at Hollyhocks.typepad.com

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  11. Nothing like keeping it real! Thanks! It was good for a laugh and I hope our cool weather is headed straight for you!

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  12. I am glad you posted. I have been begging our playgroup to go, and no one has really wanted to commit. I guess they already knew how much fun was to be had. Jack is really to "damn" cute though... his words not mine.

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  13. Ha! Sorry this one made me giggle. Oh dear. Not the hallmark commercial worthy moment it could have been, eh?

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  14. oh my goodness! that is so funny! kids make these idealized moments into whatever they want. and the unexpected moments are the ones you remember forever. go figure.

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  15. Yeah, what Barbara said, that's how I remember it(except it never happened). But I know my kids would have behaved like perfect angels on such a trip!{rolling eyes}. I did post about our raw milk run on Wednesday but I left out the juicy details of how they griped and complained almost the whole 45 miles up there and didn't even want to get OUT OF THE CAR to help me load the milk, and ended up not getting out at the neat old 1800s cemetery we found. Grrreat memories lemme tell ya.

    Molly

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  16. Oh no, everything is poopy. I guess TV and movies always make things look a whole lot sweeter than they ever are. Well at least you ended up with a pound of fresh strawberries out of the deal.

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  17. Aw man. Hard times. I sure LOVE strawberries though. Especially freshly grown strawberries. Yum!

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  18. We managed to go to the strawberry fields 3 times this year. The first time the kids were in awe and dutifully picked 15 pounds of berries without eating any. The 2nd time, it was 5 in the bucket, 1 in the mouth and we came home with 21 pounds. The last time was eat eat eat and none in the bucket, so hubby and I had to pick and we came home with about 15 pounds.

    It wasn't hot yet, so that helped. Now I want to go cherry picking, except every time we call to see if they're ready to pick, no one answers the phone!

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  19. when does this "poopy" stage end? i think if i hear that word one more time, i might just start saying it myself. we like strawberry picking, but only because the boy loves them and will eat them a pound straight off the plant. if it were raw vegetable picking, then there would be screams and tantrums before we even got to the field... i am laughing but truly it is sympathy laughing!

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  20. I think my entire childhood involved picking strawberries on the last possible day in 95 degree heat! And then we got our white keds stained with strawberries and no one was happy. Oh well, maybe its worth it when the strawberries you pick are oh, so perfect. Happy weekend!

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  21. oh sarah! sorry it worked out that way. i'm sure i will get my pay back for taking the easy route when we go pick raspberries....

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  22. Your post made me smile today Sarah :) It does remind me of strawberry pickin' with my Grandma. Yes it was hot, yes, it was buggy....but in the end, we always new the payoff was a wonderfully delicious strawberry shortcake with her home made biscuits. The pain and suffering to get to the 'treasure' was worth it.

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  23. Oh you poor things! I hope to get one more strawberry picking trip out of the spring this year... I have a feeling it's going to be over soon anyway. We've had fun so far this year... but it is getting pretty hot!

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  24. Oh Sarah, I so love your blog for telling it how it is. It is so good to read some 'real life' stuff. Kids are always doing and staying stuff that leaves us thinking - why on earth did I want to be a Mom???? They sure do test us!!
    Alison

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  25. yeah, whoever thought up all of these idyllic childhood pleasantries must not have had actual children. I have convinced my boys that picking out a basket of already-been-picked berries at the farmer's market is the next best thing to plucking them off the vine. Your post confirms I was indeed correct.

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