Overcoming a Fear of Grass

Before I continue on with more about our cruise, I feel that I should put up some pictures of Jack. I know there are some Grandmas out there that are getting antsy because they have not had their daily Jack-fix in a while.

For some reason, Jack was afraid of grass. (Of course, as badly as our yard looks, I am a tad afraid of it, too.) When we would sit on the front steps waiting for Kate to get home, he would walk up to it, start to touch it, and then squeal and run to me for comfort. We were doing this the other day (the last nice day before all the rain started), and when Kate got she decided to just put him in the middle of the yard. He did not like this. He would just stand there with a panicky look in his eyes reaching for one of us to pick him back up. Eventually, though, he became brave enough to sit in it and even touch the grass. But as you can see by the look on his face, he is still not too sure of the whole yard-thing.

He did like helping me do work on the deck, though. And by help, I think I mean snuggle.