Danica has always been an outgoing child. This is the case both in the normal sense — socially — and in the way she moves. She forever looks outward and that's where she heads. When she was young, we frequently resorted to a harness to reign her in, and even now, she tends to head off while grandparents and little brother try desperately to keep up.
I now have a whistle system. When I do my big whistle, they are to stop. It works well for Jonathan, but in Danica's case I must also put my hand up and give the stop sign. Sometimes, it works.
In the past few days, we have found ourselves near patches of tall grass, and of course she barrelled right in.
But then poor Jonathan headed in after her and ended up getting himself a wee bit overwhelmed to the point where I soon heard his plaintive plea: "Buppa! Help!"
Of course, I refused. That was two days ago, and we haven't seen him since then. ;) No seriously, I took pity on the boy and came to his rescue.
The very next day Danica waded into yet another patch of grass, this one even taller. JJ was careful to stay on the edges. :) (I thought Blogger did winkies and smilies now?)
So Dani had to do all of the exploring on her own ...which she didn't mind at all.