Well you might not be able to tell from this first picture, but we took the quilt outside under the tree and played. Lincoln had a good time, then fell asleep. It was about 70 degrees. The boat tailed grackles were chatting in a nearby tree, and the fighter jets were flying high above. We call that the sound of freedom... Lincoln did not care, once he was asleep none of those wonderful outdoor noises were going to wake him up! The outdoors really seems to calm him down, I guess that is good since we love to be outside any chance we get!