I think he was trying to keep his legs from touching the grass. Poor guy. He also has a bit of the sniffles, so he's not quite as cheery as usual, at least in new circumstances. . .

Poor wittle guy. I felt sowy for him :-(.

Hans still thinks sitting on grass is scary. We'll have to work on that. But aren't the colors vibrant? Lovely.

The sun was just too bright. I couldn't get him to look at me!

*squinting* But the outfit fit perfectly! This was a hand-me-down from Great Aunt Janet, lended to Hans before passing on to second cousin-to-be. Handmade by Great Grammy Huber!

It was a little bright out for Hans' tastes.

We were having fun with his wet hair ;-). Hehe.