Going outside with Lucas at the beginning of summer was always very amusing. He absolutely HATED being the grass! I’ve heard this is pretty common, so maybe you other mommies and daddies out there know what I’m talking about. Whenever I would try to put Luc down in the grass (especially without shoes), he would do one of two things: immediately freeze and start crying, or fall down on his butt and lift his legs up so no exposed limbs were touching the grass. I’m a horrible mother, but I’d laugh either way.
So whenever we’d go outside, I’d have to bring a blanket for Luc to sit and play on. He’d crawl to the edge of the blanket and look at the grass, and even occasionally pull out a few blades, but he wouldn’t venture off.