I sat with Violet on our lawn today. I wanted to give her the chance to crawl unfettered, without obstacles or walls or stairs, but she just wanted to sit, to clutch at the grass, sometimes letting it slide through her fingers and sometimes ripping it out in clumps. It was cute when she pushed a few fistfuls in my direction. It was cute when she slapped her legs in excitement. But the best part was that every few minutes, she would drop the grass, look at me, and pitch forward, burying her face in my chest. It would only last a few seconds; a moment later, she sat back up and returned to exploring the grass, but it seemed like the beginning of something.
265 days old