Tasting Summer for the First Time

I know there are rules regarding this sort of thing...somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I remember hearing that babies and berries don't mix until a certain age.  Well, rules be damned.  When strawberries, grown right on our porch, are hanging on the vine looking so delicious and plump, I think the babe deserves a bite.  It was the sweetest sight to behold...him grasping the berry in his chubby little hands, gumming it with glee.  How can that be wrong?

We have been spending our afternoons in the garden, rolling around in the grass, running our hands through the herbs, playing in the sprinkler.  I love teaching little Vijay about the garden, where our food comes from, how it grows out of the rich soil with nothing more than sun, water and some tlc.  Our favorite song to sing together is The Garden Song...it never, ever gets old.

He especially loves the brightly colored flowers we pick on our long walks around the neighborhood.  He is just dying to grab them and stuff them into his mouth, which is what he wants to do with everything these days.  For now, he will have to settle for his little helicopter...and the occasional forbidden berry!