Gettin' dirty in the grass.
(Mommy reminded herself that dirt washes off.)
Look, Mommy! I pulled out some more!

Looking up at the trees from below.

Inspecting a leaf.

Thrilled with one single, solitary piece of grass.

Trying to crawl.
(With my tongue hanging out, for effect.)
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Isn't life grand? If only we all could be enthralled and grateful with one single solitary blade of grass all the time. :)
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