The last time Baby L has really touched grass was…well…right after she was born, and that summer. But, since she mostly did nothing but “lay around,” she never has truly gotten the full effect. Until today.

The weather was absolutely beautiful. A surprising 65-70 degrees with a warm breeze. Lovely. So, of course…we headed to a local park. Baby L loves to swing…okay, okay…mostly she loves trying to kick whoever is in front of her….

And, we crawled through tunnels…

Slid down slides…

And, ate leaves?

Wait…Baby L…why do you have a leaf? And, before we can grab it, Granny says, “Nah! Let her have a taste! She’ll figure out she doesn’t like it really quick! She’ll think it’s icky.” So, we succumb to the great wisdom of Granny and wait for Baby L to spit the leaf out on her own and wrinkle her nose in disgust. And, we keep waiting…but the leaf disappeared. Yes, she ate it. Baby L was quite the explorer today…

Here’s a quick recap of some of the things she learned:

She learned that twigs don’t float in the wind quite like leaves do (she tried to let the wind catch a twig after seeing several leaves float away…instead, it hit Grandpa in the foot).

She learned that leaves = yum. But, are apparently hard to get out of your mouth.

She learned that pinecones stick your fingers.

She learned that grass is scratchy and dirt is just too weird right now.

And the shells? They look yummy. Actually…everything looks yummy.

Welcome back!