Jen from Gothamist gives a heads up on one Manhattan dad's attempt to acquaint his son with the wonders of nature, as reported in The NY Times Metropolitan Diary:
On a recent weekend, I took Lukas, my 11-month-old son, to the Great Lawn in Central Park to give him a chance to crawl on something other than our apartment floor. We arrived to find dozens of parents and small children running around, tossing Frisbees, kicking soccer balls, and generally enjoying the picture-perfect day.For what it's worth, the kid just had her first extended grass crawl at the beach this weekend. She also ate sand. Lots of sand.
I took Lukas out of the stroller, excited to see how he would react to the deep green of the grass and the chance to crawl without bumping into a wall.
I set him down on the grass and he looked at me with a slightly puzzled but shocked face. Within seconds the screaming began. Parents eyed me suspiciously.
I picked him up and the crying stopped. Nothing seemed wrong. I put him back down. This time it was louder. Had I put him down on something sharp? Were bugs biting him? I picked him up, and again the crying stopped.
I moved a few feet and tried again. "Waaaaaaa!" A nearby parent asked, "Do you need help?"
I then realized that Lukas was the archetypal New York baby: afraid of the grass. Soon we were home, safe and cheerful on the wood floors, the terror that was nature long forgotten. ----Jonathan M. Schoenwald
Metropolitan Diary [nyt]