Today, digging for potatoes at Grandpa's farm. ~And then, an incident in the soil~

Today, we headed to Grandpa's... no, 'Old Man's' farm!

Under the clear sky, with a hat on my head and boots on my feet.
A little adventurer is off to the farm, full of energy again today.

On the way to the farm, we saw our usual cow friends 🐮
When Dad said, 'Look, there are the cows,'

my daughter smiled and waved her little hands 👋✨
(She hasn't started talking yet, but she understands perfectly.)

The cows mooed back, as if to say, 'You're here again, huh?'

With a smile, she finished her greeting perfectly ✌️

Arrived at the farm.
And so, the potato war begins.

Once we arrived at Grandpa's farm, the potato digging started!

At first, it was a pair of Mom and daughter.
But a few minutes later, we shifted to Mom as the photographer and Dad as the digger 📸

As Dad dug into the soil, out came round, plump potatoes one after another.
My daughter would take them firmly.

And then...

･⌒ ヾ(*´ｰ｀) Toss

She threw them back behind her‼️

Dig → Hand over → Throw back
Dig → Hand over → Throw back

Dad: 'They aren't decreasing at all...'

Well, of course not, because my daughter is throwing them back 🤣

An unexpected 'reverse' combination play!

Playtime covered in dirt

By the time the potato digging was over, my daughter's focus had shifted to the 'soil'.
Digging with both hands, patting it, she was interacting with the soil with her whole body.

She got muddy and rolled around, covered in dirt from her face to her hands.
But that smile was just the best.

She stared intently at a bug that came out of the soil, and reached out a finger to poke it.

Even without words, everything like 'What's this?' and 'This is fun!' came across clearly.

Today was another day filled with many 'firsts' and 'laughter'.
I realized once again that even if she can't put it into words, she communicates it well through her body and expressions.

Let's go again, to Grandpa's farm.

I wonder what kind of 'incident' will happen next time?

Afterword

'She can't talk yet'
But, 'she is already communicating so many things'

When I realize that moment, the happiness of being a parent swells up in my chest.

Today's potatoes, the feel of the soil, and my daughter's tossing—
I'm sure it will all become a memory.