Look Who Loves to Pick Raspberries

  

Raspberries are in season!  We have been picking raspberries and making jam.  And picking raspberries and making jam.  And making jam.  And making jam.  And making jam.  We go through a LOT of jam at our house.  Obviously, we've been eating a lot of raspberries, too.  Raspberries that go right from the bush into your mouth are scrumptious.  Just ask The Banana and Mr. Sneaky Pants.  In the hour and a half that we spent picking raspberries at the raspberry farm today, they had to consume at least two and a half pints between them.  I was  a little worried about taking them along to pick today, but it turns out that they were eating machines, and all that eating kept them quite busy.  Occasionally they'd take a break to run down to the end of the long row and back. 

These are the kinds of pictures that just don't even come close to doing justice to the true state of raspberry mess that these two came home in.  They were covered in smeared raspberry.  Their appendages were stained.  Their clothes are stained.  Their hair was stained.  The teenagers running the weigh stand at the raspberry farm took one look at them and erupted into profuse giggles.  Thankfully Dr. Peds was home by the time we arrived back at the house, and could swipe them right upstairs for INSTABATH.