Scooper!

Now that the weather is nice, Jameson and I walk up to the grocery store every few days. It's just about the right distance for Jameson to be able to walk it on his own, but long enough that it tires him out pretty well.

There has been some construction work going on along the road, and there are usually some little scoopers or scarpers sitting there. Jameson loves to go look, touch and get under them. Today, while he was exploring the scooper, a dump truck pulled up behind us and dumped a ton of dirt on the ground. Jameson was fascinated, and scared, and curious. I had to carry him away so that we wouldn't be in the way.




When we left the store he ran as fast as he could so he could see if the dump truck was still there. It was gone, but he got to see the giant pile dirt, and the hay ropes laid down to keep it in place. He wanted to play in the dirt, but I directed him to the rocks and dirt we were walking on. He spent the rest of the walk home picking up handfuls of dirt, walking a few steps, throwing it and scooping up some more.

This was much better than last time we walked up, when he decided half way home that he was not going to walk. When I refused to carry him, this is what happened:


Passive resistance. He just lays there. Once I got him across the street, though, he perked up since there were some other kids. (I told him they were neighborhood kids. Today as we walked, he stopped in front of that house and yelled "Neighborhood!' Where are you?")

And, an old picture I took on the way home from picking up our CSA. Jameson had grabbed a pear from the "extras" basket, and dug right in. He ate the entire thing, seeds and all.