Madman Michael wrote a wonderful and informative entry about the moon and asked us if we had any "moon stories". That got me thinking. And reminiscing and laughing....
When Matt was young he had an active imagination. One morning when he was about 20 months old Chelsea, Matt and I went behind my home onto a playground to play. It was early enough in the morning where you could still see the moon. It was big and bright and very, very close to the earth. When Matt saw it his eyes got as big as saucers and he said, "Moooommmmmy! A ball!" Then he tried really hard to reach out and touch the moon! Then he looked at me and asked me to get it. He kept saying, "A ball! A ball!" Poor thing wanted to play with that ol' moon! LOL I had to try to explain to him as best as I could that the moon could not come down to the earth and play with us. He was getting frustrated! He wanted ME to pull it in!! Ah, memories! I laugh about that one alot still.
Another moon memory I have is when Chelsea and I and her father were driving in a car and Chels was in the back seat and she saw the moon or recognized it for the first time anyway. She was just a tiny thing. She looked back at it. She was amazed. Then wherever we went that night she kept commenting on how it was following us. She became VERY upset that it wouldn't go away. She was despondent that the moon kept following her! Awww, poor thing. She started to cry. I guess it was hard for me to explain the moon to my kids at such an early age.
Do you guys have any moon stories when your kids were tiny?
I am off to see my Matteo...he just awoke! Love to all! xox