If either I or my husband put our shoes on, mention the car or a walk or open the door to go outside, he drops whatever he is doing and runs to us. He bolts to the door or his shoes and nods his head profusely until we take him outside.
Once he's out there, he's in a whole nother world. He loves to play in the rocks and water. Grass? Forget about it, he couldn't care less.
The problem is that he can't go outside 6 months out of the year here because it's 90+ degrees. That poses a problem. He doesn't know why he can't go outside nor does he care that it feels like you're chilling inside an oven. He wants to be outside.
My son could be outside for 12 hours a day, with no problem. He loves to explore and learn new things. He smells the flowers, picks up rocks and studies them, watches cars go by in amazement, looks up at planes and does the sign for one then asks for more when it's gone out of his site.
I love watching him when he's outside. I love watching how he grows and learns when he's out there. I hate when I have to tell him "no" because we'd die of heat stroke if outside for more than 15 minutes.
Look Mom, a plane!
How am I supposed to say "no" to a face like that? So innocent and sweet.
So, my conclusion is that this kid needs to live on the East Coast where he CAN play outside every day of the year if he wanted to. He needs to be the kid he wants to be and I don't believe he can be that kid living in Arizona.
And that leads us to a serious decision to make in the next few years. It's scary and exciting but everything changes when a child comes into the world.
More to come on that in another post.
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