Cherry-picking and a check-up

Yesterday I took the children to pick cherries. We live right next to Cherry Valley, so might as well take advantage of it! One good way to teach them where our food comes from is to let them pick it! Breckyn picked the fastest.


Kyra took great care to only choose the most perfectly beautiful, unblemished cherries.


Ryder was a little more interested in playing in the dirt.


But he did find some lighter colored ones that reminded him of his favorite racecar.


Cooper seemed to enjoy his spot in the shade.


I learned that the time frame when cherries become ripe is very unpredictable and that the picking season can be very short! Here it lasted only one week, then the warm weather ruined any cherries left on the trees. We were lucky to make it in on the last days.


It was LOTs of fun, not to mention DELICIOUS! We have all been snacking on cherries non-stop.



Can't wait until the next cherry-picking season!


Cooper also had his 15 month check up.


He isn't jumping off the charts in weight and height as he once was, but if they had a thigh circumference measurement I am sure he would be off the charts! Very, very pinch-able. I think he is sick of everyone grabbing his thighs anytime they are exposed.

Cooper at 15 months:

-not much of a talker - but points and grunts really great
-so cute and squeezable
-gives nice strong hugs and head-butt "kisses"
-has amazing physical abilities - pretty sure he's the next Jimmer
-kicks around the soccer ball like a champ
-started riding the scooter Breckyn got for her birthday, seriously, its almost freakish
-climbs up and down stairs in lightening speed
-climbs up on tables and four wheelers
-he doesn't walk, he RUNS
-expert cupboard empty-outerer (his favorite pass time!)
-can give a very mean dirty look if you cross him. (Like by offering him a vegetable, telling him no or if you are a stranger pinching his thighs.)
I'm a little afraid he might turn into a big mean bully.

Always on the go.
This is his nice face. I'm still working on getting a picture of his mean look but for some reason he thinks the camera is funny.

Going for the cottage cheese. Normally whenever I open the fridge he shoots right for the tabasco sauce and takes off with it as fast as his legs will carry him. All the while sneaking peeks back at me to make sure I chase him. He loves that game.

Love that big baby.