Zane really likes being outside. In fact when I take him along to get the mail at the end of the driveway and then try to walk back into the house he starts complaining.

Outside play is a whole different kind of play. Slower. More thoughtful (or so I’m guessing). When he plays inside it’s zip, zing, zoom from one place to the next. Outside he’ll stay in one place for five or ten minutes carefully examining a bit of bark mulch or blade of grass, listening to the birds, watching cars go by.

And so far … so far … he doesn’t eat much of it.