ONE WITH NATURE

My little man loves to be outside. It doesn't matter if it is hot out, cold out, raining, snowing, he will do anything to get himself outside. He bats his sweet little eyelashes at me, he says "mama, outside?" in his sweet little baby voice... and if those two things don't work, he reverts to angry baby mode and throws his little self on the ground screaming and kicking while screaming "Outside! OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE!!!"

When he does get out there to run free [well, sort of], he is the happiest little boy. Ever.