Veruca Salt

If it's possible to turn into a blueberry, Beatrice just may do so. She has eaten her weight in them this summer, and this morning we finally did one of the things left on my summer to-do list: blueberry picking in Woodstock. It is a perfect New England summer morning with brilliant sunshine and cool temps that will heat to mid-80's this afternoon, so I knew this, her 15-mo. birthday by the way, was the day. Beatrice was in heaven picking berries right off the bush, off the ground, and out of the basket which Anthony and I were attempting to fill. I was considering shutting her off of these delicacies since she's "gone green" for many days now, and I don't mean she's signed a contract for solar panels (though we have). I mean I'm changing four and five "green" diapers a day; however, I just can't deprive her since the season has only a couple of more weeks left in it. What I will NOT do, however, is let her feast on blueberries AND corn on the same day. That was a big mistake. Here she is blissfully happy sitting on the wet ground and eating her fill.