I know you can't force a child to like the things you do, but I would love it if he loved gardening, or at least enjoyed pottering about outside while I chatted to my azaleas. The early signs have been pretty good - he decapitates daisies in the park with particular gusto and has shown a taste for dirt, pebbles and sand.
Though it takes some serious creative license to call our piddly little balcony a 'garden', over the last few years I've done my best to add a bit of greenery and colour to our otherwise very urban view. So, now that it's warm enough to fling open the French doors without worrying about coats (or even pants, on some days), it's time to let the Bean have a little go.
Yesterday he put on his cutest baby Havaianas and prettiest nappy cover. He squirted the plants with water (and maybe also Daddy a little bit), swept some soil from side to side, and tried very hard to be GENTLE with Mama's flowers.
So now I'm racking my brains about how to make it more suitable, more inclusive. Some kind of toddler activity station with pebbles, harmless plants, a watering can? How to do this while making sure nothing gets dropped on unsuspecting pedestrians eight floors below? All ideas and suggestions welcome...