This being said...maybe you can understand our excitement when one of our "big ones" started FINALLY getting ripe. Nate and I watched it slowly ripen with great anticipation for at least a week and a half telling each other at least once/day how great it would be to actually eat our very first tomato.
Well, Faith and I were home one afternoon and I decided to fill up her baby pool on the back porch for some summer fun. To do this I have to go around the house, turn on the hose and wait on the other side of our porch as there is not an opening. Faith usually helps by holding the hose in the pool. So, we did the routine on this day.... and as Faith was obediently holding the hose for Mommy, I saw her eyes drift to our ONE ripe tomato. Anticipating her toddler thought process, I calmly said, "Faith do not touch the tomatoes." As I repeated this phrase with growing alarm and volume, Faith slowly moved toward the tomato. I thought about trying to jump the porch, then quickly decided against it in my current (very pregnant) state. I thought about running around the house really "quickly" (nothing is real quick these days either), but knew it would be picked by then. So....I simply watched as our very first tomato was picked early by our beautiful, ornery little girl who then proceded to take a bite out of it and spit it out.
This may seem overly dramatic (and maybe it is a tad bit...) but as the pictures show, my husband completely shared in my grief when he got home. One of the many reasons I love him.