The three of us (Husband, Meg, and I) went geocaching today. Geocaching is difficult to explain, but basically you use a handheld GPS machine to find little containers other people have hidden outside. It involves a lot of walking outside. Meg loves it! She gets really excited when the three of us are outside. Its one of her favorite things. I find this strange, because I hate being outside. I prefer temperature controlled buildings. No dirt. No sun. No wind. Not too hot, not too cold. Geocaching is the only outdoor activity I’ll do and I do it because I love the “hunt.”
But ever since Meg was born, she has loved to be outside. From the beginning, when she would cry, one of the best ways to comfort her was to take her outside. It fascinates her. She loves to look around and the fresh air comforts her. If she was up in the middle of the night, often we would put her in her carseat and step out the door. She would instantly calm down and maybe even go to sleep.
Isn’t it weird how sometimes personalities/preferences are strong right from birth?