|The Baby's little pointer finger, her "What's that?" finger- always extended while out on a walk.|
In Little Golden Books, baby might see a fluffy chickadee light on a cherry blossom branch above her.
What did The Baby see on our walk?
In Eloise Wilkin's darling illustrations, baby might tumble upon a blanket of grass, feeling the soft blades between his bare toes.
On our walk, what did The Baby feel?
In Little Golden Books, baby might hear the croaking of a frog or the chirping of a cricket.
What did The Baby hear while walking on the streets of Buffalo?
In the charming world of Eloise Wilkin's baby, the scent of honeysuckle and lavender permeates the air.
What did The Baby smell while on our walk?
I exaggerate (although we have, in years past, had the county police helicopter circle our hood for fugitives). Our outing wasn't that far off from a scene from Little Golden Books. We had sunshine. And, I had a charming, willing companion- who opened my eyes to all of the teaching I have yet to do. I forget that the United States Postal Service's blue mail boxes, fire hydrants, stop signs, lamp posts, pine cones, leaves; the sounds of: buses, car horns, sticks beneath our feet- are all new and exciting to her. We'll have the scent of lilac and lavender soon.