Grass

Last week sometime I took Owen outside to sit in the front yard and blow bubbles. Of course I did all the bubble blowing and he just watched. He sat there for the longest time just looking at everything, particularly our cat Punkin. Punkin was of course doing everything to get me to pet him, but strategically staying out of Owen's grasp. Owen did fall backwards and landed in the grass. Having never touched grass before he had a funny look on his face. If you've seen our grass it's not very nice and I'm sure didn't feel very good to his sweet soft skin. After sitting him back up he decided that his baseball hat makes a much better teething toy that it did a sun shade.