Of Buses and Blueberries

Last Saturday, our car was back in the shop so in order to give Caleb a little down time at home, Grace and I caught the bus outside our condo and headed down to the Larson Lake Blueberry Farm. It's just a 10 minute ride or so, but Grace had a great time waving at the other passengers. (She just learned out to wave this past week, and we're still working on the proper context.)

It was a pretty sunny day and Grace isn't a big fan of her sunhat, so we didn't stay too long, but we still managed to pick half a pound of blueberries. It was 58 cents well spent, in my book! Of course, that's not counting the dozens we ate - one for Gracie, two for Mommy, three for the bucket! They're really nice about folks eating while they pick though. (Ok, we didn't actually eat that many.)

We were in and out quick enough we were able to catch the next bus back half an hour later, and Grace spent the majority of the trip waving at a nice older lady in the back of the bus, who assured me Grace made a wonderful neighbor.

There's a Fred Meyer on the route back, so we stopped off there and I picked up some bread and salad makings for dinner. It was a little trickier walking back to the bus stop with a lengthy loaf of French bread sticking out of my bag, and everything toppled a time or two, but people are generally most helpful to a woman carrying bags of groceries and a baby. Anyways, we made it back to the bus stop with a few minutes to spare, and were home just a couple minutes later.

I love being Grace's mommy!