The other day, after a particularly fussy morning, Iain and I needed a break from looking at the same walls of our house. It was abeautiful day and I had some potted plants I had been meaning to re-pot, so we headed outside. Iain, as usual, loved being outdoors, and the weather was beautiful. I put him in his jumparoo so he could look around (instead of laying him on his back where he could only look up). As I potted my plants, I would look up and catch him looking around and smiling to himself. He didn't even jump - just sat there looking at the trees, the grass, the birds... I think we have ourselves an outdoor lover, and I am glad.