We just love "the outside world" around here. I forgot how much I love being outside with little boys in the spring. Last spring I spent every moment (in both the outside and inside worlds) trying to quelch my prenatal nausea. So it feels like it's been two years since I've been able to run around and really enjoy the dirt and grass and frogs and trees and ladybugs.
Every afternoon the three of us go outside and make our rounds: check the status of our garden and water it (nope, the raspberries still aren't ripe, sorry Moses); find the dog's ball and give it a few throws; walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail (collect sticks and fallen petals along the way, cram them into the basket on the front of Moses' scooter); make our way back to "Papa's lawn" where we search for ladybugs and baby frogs, both of which are in abundance right now; discuss why said ladybugs and baby frogs "wouldn't be happy" inside our house as pets; dig up dead grass with sticks and fling it all over the place until Titus starts to look like this. Then it's time to go inside for nappy-noo and a snack. Pretty great.
And these chubby little feet would look cute anywhere, but I think they look cutest all tangled up in the grass. :)