James vs. the Grass

I took these the first time James sat on the grass (versus on a quilt or blanket). He was not impressed.

I'm thinking the pictures are from early May. He doesn't come close to fitting in this onesie anymore.

Feeling it.

I don't like this stuff!

And it's everywhere! Get me out of here!

He's since warmed up to the idea of, you know, nature and being outside. However, that means he wants to stick bits of leaves and twigs in his mouth. Constant Vigilance!