Moon-chasing.

So my little one has been learning about the moon lately. I point it out to him in books, and he recognizes it on Sesame Street and other such places. "Moooo!" he says, pointing a little finger when he sees it, and looking quite proud of himself.

The other day it was nice out, so we went across the street to the park (his favorite thing). It was about 3 o'clock, and I looked up and the moon was out! So I pointed it out to him. WELL.

That was just about the MOST EXCITING THING HE'S EVER SEEN. "MOOO! MOOOOO!!" he squealed. He began shrieking and dancing around like it was Christmas morning.

And then--he took off running. He held his little hands out in front of him and away he went across the park, yelling, "Mooo! Moooo!!" He was going to get that moon! He figured all he had to do was chase it down to get ahold of it. It was so stinking cute, I hardly even knew what to do. I let him run after it for a while to see what would happen.

In the end, he ran the length of a football field, maybe more (which for him is a lot, as he is, after all, only a year and a half old) before I stopped him and tried to explain that the moon was "pretty far away" and he wasn't "likely to get it by running toward it."

He accepted defeat and was content to beam at it for a while, and point and laugh.

Man oh man, part of me wishes this age would last forever...when everything is new and full of possibilities and you think you can chase the moon and hold it in your tiny little hands for a while.

Sniff.