April 15, 2001.
Caboose was two days past 15 months old.
He was a late walker. Being the youngest child, you are either an early walker to keep up with all the other older kids, or a late walker because you like to be waited on by others.
Caboose chose the late walker option, so he wasn't one to go outside and run around with the other kids.
That meant he didn't really know what grass was when he did his first egg hunt at our friends' house after church on Easter Sunday.
He freaked out a little. Like he just kind of stood there. There may or may not have been some crying and finger sucking and bed bear involvement.
We moved all the eggs (that were only for him anyway since all the other kids were older and had theirs hidden in the back) to the edge of the sidewalk and flower bed.
He kept hold of bed bear at first.
Eventually he was willing to sit him down and put the eggs in the bag.
He even decided to check out the grass.
He had to be careful not to step in that grass!
Until he got confident and decided he could do both hands at the same time.
I miss this age!