I’ve never considered myself an outdoorsy type of person. In grad school I did enjoy solitary bike rides through the Ohio countryside, and I love working in my yard, but since becoming a “real grown-up” (i.e., job, husband, then kids) I am generally happy to spend those rare, precious moments I get to myself shopping or lounging on the couch with a good book. But now, thanks to my boys, that is all a-changin’. I am blessed with two children who love the outdoors. I mean L-O-V-E the outdoors. Bee, at 16 months, has recently started trying to put on his own coat and then stands at the front door saying “ba-ba” (which in Bee-speak means “Let’s go outside!”). Thank goodness for child-proof door knobs. That, however, is just your run-of-the-mill toddler love of the outdoors. Zippy, on the other hand, is evolving into a true outdoorsman – something foreign to his couch-loving, board-game enthusiast momma.
