When it comes to children exploring their outside world, I am pretty hands off. Very hands off. Once they reach a certain age (Is 8ish months too early?) I like to let them out there, and let them go.
Cyrus, in February 2007 went for it. Face first. I think he looks like a chocolate bear, but its mud. He was way too happy for me to worry about it.
Sol, in February 2011 was a bit more methodical than his older brother. Shoving fist fulls of debris in his little mouth, but for the most part staying upright.