Monday, June 11, 2007

Our weekend

First we went strawberry picking with our former next-door neighbors:

All of those shots are from the first five minutes we were there, which was the only time I got to be in the strawberry fields - Liza turned into a limpet and it's not like you can pick strawberries while holding 30 pounds of kid, so we went back to the parking lot to throw rocks in the ditch. Not a bad deal, as it meant that Jason was the one who got to spend half an hour hunched over avoiding the thistles so that we can have strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight. Matt suggested that it's ironic that we paid $5 per basket to act as migrant farm workers, and I have to say, that's what it looked like from where Liza and I ended up after she had her little meltdown.
Then we went back to the neighbors' house, where William instructed Liza in the finer points of playing the piano ("No, the Elmo doll goes here, not on the keys"):
And the fishtank (behind William) was admired by all:

After dinner we went down to the community pool, where Penelope was showing off how well Liza's old swimsuit fit her. Of course, since Liza insisted we replace the old one with the exact same suit in a larger size, it made them a little hard to tell apart. Hint: ours is the tall one.

And when we were ready to leave, Liza gave Penelope a big hug. Then she gave her an even bigger hug, and they both fell over on the tile floor and started screaming. Pretty much par for the course with two-year-olds, I guess.

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