The family was out walking at a park by the Etowah River last night and Jack (my 4 year old son) and I came upon these tracks of a small deer headed to the water. We followed them as far as they were visible, and then I showed him how to measure the pace distance and try to pick them up again. After seeing it done once, he caught on perfectly and was finding light impressions of the toe through the harder grassy areas. My wife and I had just discussed earlier in the day how his focus just can't stay on anything for long, specifically shoolwork, but being out there with him and watching him try to track that deer reminded me of how the only times I felt really happy as a boy (ha, and even now to be honest!) were the times where I was out doing something interesting and exciting. I sympathize with him - it's hard to get excited about coloring and gluing stuff when it means you're confined to a desk. Even Zane, my youngest son at 1.5 would rather be outside all day. It's where boys were meant to grow up.
That's pretty neat to see kids take to the outdoors. There is endless things to learn that are very cool. Beats being inside any day.
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