City girls don't get many opportunities to pick strawberries. As lovely as strawberry-picking sounds, I've never been before in my life, and neither has Indy. So this weekend, since Kendrick had work and I'm trying to see as much of the area as possible before the baby gets here, we went on a little just-the-two-of-us adventure wayyy out to more or less the middle of nowhere.

(There were stops to pick wildflowers by the side of the road, of course.)

Road-tripping is kind of our traveling sweet spot. It's our thing. (Apparently so much so that we glow when we do it. Thank you, Instagram filter.)

I was telling a friend about my fantasy of taking a family Route 66 road trip one day, and she said something like "That would be my personal version of hell." And while I certainly understand that not everybody gets particularly jazzed about the idea of sitting in confined spaces for days on end and subsisting largely on gas-station beef jerky...

I love it.

Possibly.

I mean, they have dinosaurs on them, so that's about a zillion points right there. AND they belong to the genre of footwear that lights up when you run or jump, so I'm not sure how, exactly, one would make a toddler shoe that is better.

For real, they may very well be my son's favorite thing on the planet at this particular moment in time. The first words I hear when he wakes up are no longer "ORANGE JUICE," but rather "Let me put on my dinosaur shoes please?" and virtually every other shoe in his wardrobe has been not just abandoned, but full-on shunned.

I've only been to a handful of sporting events in my life. I went to couple of Mets games and maybe a Knicks game or two when I was a kid, and had a football game date with Kendrick last fall…but that's pretty much it. This isn't because I don't "like" sports - I really do, I love the atmosphere and the food enough that I don't really care that I don't follow much of what's actually going on on the field. But it's all the other stuff - the crazy expense, the packed parking lots, and the fact that you have to leave earlier than you want to leave if you don't want to sit in traffic for two hours - that sort of turns me off.

It's just such a hassle.

The other night, Kendrick told me he had a couple of free tickets to a minor league game and asked if we wanted to go, and I wasn't terribly enthusiastic about the proposition of dragging a toddler through a crowded stadium at the exact moment in time that he typically goes to bed, but...