James used to be scared of the grass but not any more. I can only hope that he feels the same way about the sand at the beach next year as he feels about the grass now! He crawled a long way on the hard, prickly grass just to get to a blue can of motor oil! With the camo and the love for motor oil I think we are well on our way to raising a good old Georgia boy! (sorry if that offends you guys in Mississippi and Louisiana but tis what it tis!)
Finally found something that Audrey wont do. Crawl on the grass.