Back To My Roots

No, I'm not referring to finding my real hair color. My heritage extends back to a Nebraska farm where my Mom was raised. Baby J's Grammie & Great Grammie would be proud that we took her to a nearby farm to enjoy their "Raspberry Revelry."

"Don't pay attention to that man behind the curtain, I mean tee pee."

Wait, I dooooo like ice cream. (Baby J wasn't a fan when she tried it for the first time on her bday).

Free train rides by the Kiwanis...

...whow...slow down there...hang on kids...we're going around again...I said "free train rides" not safe train rides! :)

Baby J LOVED the dirt. So much for those new Pedipeds...

Mrs. Jones got a "solid" 4oz in the raspberry picking contest. Never mind that the winner of the senior division was about 13 years old with 15oz of raspberries.

What a sight!! I love my family...