Strawberry Fields Forever

Or so sang the Beatles. Today we went Strawberry picking- early. I was up at 6:00 am, which 6:00 am I have not seen in a LONG time. We were in the fields, picking strawberries by 7:00 am, and a good thing too! It gets hot tamales here! Konrad loved the strawberries. The picking 'em part kind of evaded him, but gets the eating part, that is for sure. He totally looks like a vampire here:

It looks like he just lopped off sombody's head and drank from their jugular. Pretty funny.

Here is Rad and mommie picking berries. Well, me picking them and Rad getting them out of my basket and eating them.

Here is a picture of me pregnant. I don't think I have posted one of those at all... on purpose. You can kinda see my little Ulysses belly. What I like most is the lady's a** in the red shorts in the not-so-background. At least she matches the strawberries, right?


These people were pro at picking berries. I very soon realized that I neglected to bring my knee pads, towel (what for, IDK), and my visor. I did have sun glasses and my shoe choice MAY have been wrong, but whatev. Gladiators can only be worn for a limited time each year so I will take advantage of the time I still have.
Needless to say, besides thanks to Fred, is I have been elbow deep in berries all day. I have made two batches of freezer jam, a strawberry pie, strawberry bread, strawberry yogurt and I still have three bags full of berries in the freezer. I surmise that Konrad will have some diarrhea tomorrow... or right now.

I Like to Ride My Bicycle

The day that Brian has waited for for years and years is finally here. He has wanted a son to buy a bike for since the day we got married. In fact, Konrad will be home from his mission and ready to ride in Le Tour in 2029. Let the training begin.

Rad does not like hats or anything on or near his little peanut head. However, the helmet is okay. He hasn't taken it off since he woke up this morning, even though it is like 100 degrees outside. He understands that you MUST wear a helmet to ride a bike, well, he's getting the idea. He even had to wear the helmet home in the car.

I must say that the stinkin' bike was worth every penny. This is what it's all about!

Pants Off Dance Off

We realized that it doesn't so much matter what music we play, Konrad just wants to dance. I am sure he has a beat in his head. Of course it helps to have no pants on. I'm just sayin'. Enjoy the montage.

Stretch Those Hammies, Ulysses!

Went to my first ob appointment here in Milwaukee and they did the whole 9 yards. Ulysses is looking fab. My A1c is pretty good, no major complications thus far.

Here is one of the pics we got of Baby U. It looks as though he might be a runner! the first time we saw Rad via US, his legs were going crazy and it looked like he was riding a bike. We laughed so hard. Looks like I might have a little runnin' buddy in my belly.

Jelly Belly Factory

It sounded more like this: JELLY BELLY FACTORY!!!! It might have well been the Celestial Kingdom. We were driving to Chicago and a few miles before we reached the thriving metropolis of Kenosha (everytime I say it in my head I have to pronounce it Kenowsha, like the people here say it), we saw a sign for April's Holy Grail, the Jelly Belly Factory. We took a tour of the place, learned some history of the Jelly Belly and got Konrad a ball. To this day he won't put the thing down. The first thing he says in the morning is "ball", more like "booowl". So cute.

Just a side note about the Jelly Belly. Firstly, there is nothing worse than eating a horrible Jelly Belly. Case in point: as I was driving through the cornfields of Nebraska, heck, could have been Iowa, who knows, I was eating some fantastical JB's. They were awesome. Espcially the red apple and root beer JB's. All of a sudden I am pretty sure I am eating a turd JB. It totally ruined the mood. After that I was all freaked that another turd JB would sneak by. Actually, it was the new dark chocolate flavor. Whatever, it tasted like a turd.

Secondly, what is the fascination with eating a little gel-filled concoction that tastes like something else that you could probably buy at the store for a heck of a lot cheaper? Marshmallows, rootbeer, popcorn and apples come to mind. In fact, I don't like marshmallows that much and PB& J sandwiches are pretty hohum, but I will jump at the opportunity to eat either in the form of a JB. Humans are so weird.

Freaking Chicago

Aunt April came to visit this past week and we ventured out of the grand city of Milwaukee to explore Chicago. It is less than a two hour drive to the Windy City, unless you get stuck in traffic...or lost. Our goal was to go to the Sears Tower and relive the scene from Ferris Bueller. After Konrad's gargantuan fit at PF Changs and getting lost for 2.5 hours and walking in circles for lots of miles, we finally found the Sears Tower. We kinda figured that we could just look up and find our way but we were wrong. Actually, we had a Garmin, Gloria is her blessed name, telling us where to drive. So we found the Tower in the car, parked then endeavored to walk to the Tower. Long story short, we found the Sears Tower. It was tall.

We did some shopping on Michigan Ave, got some popcorn at Garrett's, took some pictures and home we came. Konrad was a little angel, besides said tantrum at PF Changs. Turns out a lollipop and soda do not always stop tantrums. But- doughnuts might. He is a Kleinman after all.

Thanks for the trip Apy! We had so much fun! Please check back for my blog entry about the Jelly Belly Factory. Actually is should be written like this: JELLY BELLY FACTORY!!!!!!!!!