Get outside.
Seems easy, right? And it is for the most part. We walk to a lot of places in our neighborhood. We play at our neighborhood park just about everyday, sometimes twice a day. But it is a different kind of outside from the rural Massachusetts woods that I could romp and explore in my own backyard. I still love the dappled light reflected through a white pine tree and the soft bed of pine needles that you tromp through in a New England woods. I love being able to look around and see moss covered rocks and large granite boulders that appear out of nowhere in the dense brush. These are the sights and smells of my childhood. And although I love that I am raising city boys I also want to make sure that we spend time in the tall pine trees and scramble up granite rocks.
