Little Paul has discovered the outdoors. He's obsessed. He gets upset when it's time to come in and he runs to the door and says "bye-bye" and points at his jacket when he wants to go out. If we're letting the dogs out in the yard he has to go out with them to stand on the back deck and look around (he hasn't figured out how to go down the stairs yet, or there'd be no stopping him!).
Here are a few photos from some afternoon adventures in the yard. In the particularly pinecone-y (I know, that's not really a word) spots he'll stop and hold one hand up, looking for his Mama or Dada to hold his hand so that he doesn't topple over.
And really? How'd that little guy figure out that he could peek through the cracks in the fence? Smartypants.
Here are a few photos from some afternoon adventures in the yard. In the particularly pinecone-y (I know, that's not really a word) spots he'll stop and hold one hand up, looking for his Mama or Dada to hold his hand so that he doesn't topple over.
And really? How'd that little guy figure out that he could peek through the cracks in the fence? Smartypants.
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