But this does present some sort of challenge when we have visitors. I always feel the need to have "activities" planned for guests (lanyards, anyone?), even though I know my guests are just coming to visit and don't need constant stimulation.
However, with my mom, Grammy, sister, and her baby coming last weekend, I knew I should plan something - for the sheer fact they would get annoyed at my real plan - sit on the couch and stare at the baby.
So, I had the bright idea to go berry picking at a farm not too far from us. We had never been, but I heard it was fun. Only problem - Georgia decided to go all August on us, and be super duper hot. Like 98* hot (no, not the band, worse than that). Heat index of 100+ hot.
Perfect situation for a group with a baby and a grandmother. Hey! Let's go outside and do manual labor on a record-breaking-heat-stroke-warning day! Sure! Bring the stroller to push between the dirt rows of crops!
So a-picking we went. It was actually kinda fun (for me...). Everyone else pretty much melted and hated it. But in the end, we got to pick blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. I got stung by ants on my feet, Lyla was panting as sweat collected in her baby fat rolls, Mom complained about her hair going flat.
But here's what we came home with:
Doesn't that just scream summer? I love the look of fresh fruit - and I'm telling you, these tasted so much better than what you get at the grocery store. Huge and juicy, and not sour. And cheap! For instance, all my blackberries were only $.98. Can't beat that.
So, in conclusion: Heat stroke = bad. Berry Picking = Poor Planning. Fresh Fruit = Good (at home, in the AC, in retrospect).