Flowers

After we got home from our morning outing yesterday, Thom took Aaron out to the swing. I looked out and saw that Aaron was holding flowers in each hand.

He's so funny. Last week, I took him out in the yard and picked him some purple flowers. He held them in his left hand and reached frantically for the plant with his right hand, pulling off the ends of some flowers. Finally, I picked him another small bunch for his right hand and he was content to hold the flowers in each hand for about 30-40 minutes. We walked around and sat on the swing and he just looked around, babbled, and looked at his flowers. Before he had the flowers, we sat on the swing and he wouldn't sit still - he was trying to grab the swing, the pillows, anything. But with the flowers in his hands, he was content. (This isn't really a flower fetish - he's just as content with long blades of grass, leaves or just about any plant he gets his hands on.)

The only thing more interesting than his flowers, is the camera. He is dropping his flowers here to try to reach out to my camera.