I have missed getting out in the backyard with the dogs and doing a perimeter walk with them. Recently I have put a hat on the baby and gotten out a couple of times. I've turned it into a feild trip. He is nine weeks old and he can hold up his weight with his legs if he's given a little help. So I crouch down and stand him up or hold him on my knee and say "this is a purple flower, can you touch it?", "this is a tree, do you feel it's leaves?", and "this is a tall grass, see how big it is?".
I truely see him trying to take it all in. He can not touch things yet, not on his own. His little hand stays stuck in a tight fist, but I see him want it. I help him extend his hand and gently rub his knuckes against the leaves and petals. Now I think to myself that I have expanded his dreams. His world is gaining texture and I hope as I keep on doing what I do, enjoy the outdoors, that he will gain appreciation for how absolutley real it is.
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