Weekend at the Lake

This blog post is WAY overdue!  Mom has been busy (watching the Olympics).  I’m sure you all have been waiting and holding your breath! Here goes my weekend recap:
BLUEBERRIES!  They were the theme of our short trip to the lake.  I LOVE those little blue guys, but the cost a ton at the grocery store.  To save a little cash and still support my craving, my parents (who are amazing), drove 4 hours to upstate New York, left me to enjoy my morning with Grandma, and picked 6 quarts of blueberries.  For all you non-mathletes that’s like a gallon and a half…  That is a lot of blueberries.  And there not the big chunky kind you get at the food store, they are legit, little, wild blueberries, and they are SO good. 
There are 2 types of blueberry pickers: clean pickers (Mom) and messy pickers (Dad).  Mom only drops ripe blueberries into her bucket.  Dad drops: blueberries, green berries, sticks, leaves, stems, bugs, grass, dirt… you get the idea.  That meant that after Mom and Dad combined their loot there was a lot of sorting and cleaning to do.  I’m told that happened during my nap.  All I know is that when I woke up I had a dish of perfect berries waiting to be my snack!
You can see all of the pictures HERE

Since Grandma and Grandpa were with us at the lake this time, Mom and Dad could do a few things that I otherwise prohibit them from doing: canoeing together, waterskiing, swimming, etc.  Mom and Dad has a blast!   Dad got up on water skis for the first time and made a full trip around the lake.  Mom hadn’t skied in at least 10 years, so she was excited to do it again!  They look good up there!

I got to try out many different water craft: a canoe (which I’ve done before), a kayak, and a speedboat!                                                                                                                                                                      

From Mommy:

Sorry the blog is slacking.  I’ll try to keep up with it more.  Preston does adorable things, but he’s not changing as fast as he used to. 
This morning we went to Target to get a few things for our vacation to the beach.  When I tried to put Preston in the shopping cart he started kicking and yelling “toot toot!”  My child will only go in tricked out shopping carts that have a steering wheel (thank you Lowes and Giant).  He had a 5 minute temper tantrum about the lame shopping cart.  I had to take him for a walk in the cart for him to calm down.  I can see why Target doesn’t have the awesome carts, though.  There are seriously a TON of kids in there with their moms, and Target would have a lot of kiddo melt downs unless every single cart had a steering wheel.
Here are some more of my favorite pictures from our blueberry weekend at the lake: