I wish I had thought to bring the real camera and not just my iPhone.
The last couple of weeks I’ve noticed that Nathan will tear head first into his playroom and then crash out on the floor. He’ll play with his toys while lying on his belly. It dawned on me that he is mimicking the way I read to him. I lay out flat so our heads are nearly the same level. This confirmed for me all those studies that say that you are your kid’s greatest role model and blah, blah blah.
So I decided we need to get outside and move more. Now everyday we head outside and we “walk” up the parkway. I say “walk” because, really, I don’t think we go more than 200 or 300 yards in any direction. We spend a whole lot of time finding “treasures” like sticks and pinecones and most especially dandelions. My kid can spot a dandelion in any thousand foot radius. He hones in on them like they were prized truffles. It’s a shame he can’t actually figure out how to blow on said dandelion to release the seeds. No, that falls to mom and produces great belly laughs. If there is a vast dandelion outbreak in the Park Hill neighborhood next spring it is entirely our fault.
Another thing Nathan does is hug trees. Literally. I have no idea where he learned this behavior or why he thinks trees need hugging, but his liberal parents couldn’t be happier. He just runs up to random trees and wraps his wee little arms around them as far as they will go and squeezes. When the hug is over we’re off looking for dandelions.
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