Captured: Mama's boy

One week. One picture. One memory. 

Snuggles before bedtime with one sad little teething boy.  

Captured: storytime

One week. One picture. One memory.

Thompson's newfound love of reading books to himself.  

Berry Picking

Last summer, my family stopped by a little blueberry farm in Michigan on our way home from a beach trip, where we picked a few buckets of cheap and delicious blueberries. I loved it so much I have been wanting to go pick berries with Trevor ever since. I did some searching online, and found that McBride's Briar Patch in Mapleton had raspberry and blackberry picking for only $3 a pound. Since blackberries are Trevor's favorite fruit, I knew we had to drive down and get some.

We first started out picking raspberries. The owner showed us the best berries to pick out and let us try a few varieties to taste the differences. Let me just say, these berries were SO good. I normally don't love eating berries plain. But these were so delicious, I actually wanted to eat them straight off the vine.

 
The boys were picking buddies. I am not sure how they managed to get any berries in their bucket, because every time I looked over at them they were goofing off.

After the raspberries, it was on to the blackberries. I now know why blackberries are so expensive from the store. They were not as easy to pick as the raspberries. We had to work for the goodness of a perfectly ripe blackberry. The owner told us he calls it "pearl diving" because you really have to hunt for the good ones.

It turns out we are pretty much blackberry picking pros though, because we kept finding the biggest blackberries either of us have ever seen.

 I won the prize for finding the biggest blackberry to ever exist, which Trevor decided must be consumed immediately. It was deemed the single best blackberry he had ever eaten in his life, which, considering he does a fair amount of blackberry eating, is quite a statement.

We were such successful berry-pickers, I think we are going to make McBride's Briar Patch a yearly tradition. Luckily, we now have WAY more than enough blackberry, raspberry-chipotle, and blackberry-raspberry jam in our freezer to last us until next year.

On a related note: anybody want some jam?

Captured: a Labor Day treat

One week. One picture. One memory.

A bite of homemade ice cream to finish off a Labor Day picnic up the canyon.

Saying goodbye to an old friend.

Sorry mullet, it was time to say goodbye.

As much as we loved your long locks, we no longer wanted people to think our child belonged in a trailer park...

...or in a dress. 

So we had to say goodbye. Thompson put up a good fight to keep you. But in the end we were too tricky and he was too easily distracted to stop us.

I am sorry to say this, mullet, but we are getting along just fine without you. Although I have a sneaking suspicion you will be back.

Captured: a football first

Since having Thompson, time seems to be moving by too quickly for us. Each day is filled with so many little memories that we hope to never forget, but that fade all too fast. 

It seems sometimes that the best memories in life are those small, sometimes even unnoticed moments that fill us with joy, but that we quickly forget because of their everydayness. "Captured" is an attempt to hold on to some of those small and simple moments.  

So here it starts: One week. One picture. One memory.  

Thompson's first time watching a BYU football game.