Gerber baby and homemade Gedneys

It just wouldn't be summer anymore without a day spent making pickles.
Anni's family has been turning cukes into prize-worthy pickles for decades (generations?) and in recent years I've managed to get in on the action.
We introduced two pint-sized recruits to pickle production last weekend -- Elise and her cousin Jacob. Elise was a slow learner, preferring to gnaw on a cucumber ("Don't eat the raw materials!") while the rest of us stuffed, dilled, garlicked, boiled and prepped 42 jars of pickles.

I think we'll just give Jacob the whole jar that contains these cukes.

I'd suggest a caption contest for this picture,
but I have some dignity.