Spring is here, and Kaya is crawling, so I let him range free in the garden while I worked. He used to observe garden work from a high chair or on my back in the baby carrier, but he definitely prefers a more hands on approach. The chamomile is flowering (nature’s work, not mine) and Kaya loves to grab the flowers, squeeze them, tear them apart and stuff them in his mouth. I give him chamomile for his teething woes anyway, so I guess you could say he’s self medicating.
Not everything turns out to be so palatable, though. Rocks, he has discovered, are not a very good snack

I smelled the top of his head as I put him to sleep, and after a day in the dirt and the sun, he smelled like a potato.