We have a potted tomato plant in our backyard. Every day Bea checks on the tomatoes and has a really hard time refraining from picking them. But the other day we finally had a tiny red tomato for her to pick. (She was hesitant to do so, since we are always telling her not to.) Here is a little movie of the big event.
What I really need to do is bring a camera to our CSA pickup. We go directly to the farm, and a portion of the share is "pick-your-own." The PYO crops have included lots and lots of cherry, grape, and plum tomatoes--HEAVEN for little Bea who tramps through the rows of veggies with a tomato in each hand.
On another note, Bea has always loved to play with our digital camera (and telephones, and remote controls--what is it with babies and hand-held electronics?). The other day we taught her how to press the button that takes the photos, and she was actually successful with a few shots. Well, I am not sure how "successful" the photographs themselves are, they might not make it into her catalogue raisonné. But here they are in all their "shoot from the hip" glory:
What I really need to do is bring a camera to our CSA pickup. We go directly to the farm, and a portion of the share is "pick-your-own." The PYO crops have included lots and lots of cherry, grape, and plum tomatoes--HEAVEN for little Bea who tramps through the rows of veggies with a tomato in each hand.
On another note, Bea has always loved to play with our digital camera (and telephones, and remote controls--what is it with babies and hand-held electronics?). The other day we taught her how to press the button that takes the photos, and she was actually successful with a few shots. Well, I am not sure how "successful" the photographs themselves are, they might not make it into her catalogue raisonné. But here they are in all their "shoot from the hip" glory:
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