Don’t Pick the Red or Green Ones

The boys tolerate about 40 minutes, sitting in the stroller . . . munching whatever snack I remember to bring and sipping juice or milk, whatever I end up bringing. The whine a bit, they goof off a bit but mostly they talk and pick on each other. I have fallen in love with the trails at a local park and we get there as frequently as the gas money will allow. The above pic is of the trail that runs along the river . . . we took that for the first time yesterday. Nice and shaded, even at 11am or so whilst I jogged my backend off.

The payoff for the boys sitting so long is the promise and the action of stopping at the playground area after we (or mom) gets done on the trails.

Though the playground is becoming less of an attraction to them than the nearby wilds of the park . . . but the playground is approximately where we park the stroller and Byron gets tied up.

And then they noticed the blackberries . . . berries we’ve picked in the past but this day, this day they figured out they can pick the sweet berries themselves.

Tobias, obviously the more experienced of the two, would routinely feed them to Samuel.

And then they couldn’t resist it . . . they escaped into the wild!

The cutest darn creatures I’ve seen in the wilds of Oregon!

God Bless!