Grazing

It's a challenge going outside to play in the grass with my baby boy.

Every few seconds, I have to stop him from eating the grass.

That oh so luscious, green, tasty-looking grass.

I can remember eating grass as a child. Why? I don't know.

I guess it's just what babies do.

But it still makes me squeamish, and I can't let him do it.

He doesn't seem to care, I clean out what he's holding and immediately he reaches down for another handful.

When do they grow out of the "everything in mouth" thing? Because this morning, he was chewing on a burr he pulled off of the dog. I was retching as I scooped it out of his mouth and threw it in the trash. Seriously.

I'm loving this crawling, exploring stage, but not loving the "taste everything small enough to fit in my mouth" stage. Ugh.