To the moon, Mama

My son is going to be an astronaut someday, I just know it. He loves the moon. He gets so excited when he sees it in the sky. When we go outside, the first thing he does is look up, trying to find the moon (and if he can't find it, he says "Moon hiding!") His favorite books are books about the moon. ("Goodnight Moon" by Margaret Wise Brown and "Papa, Please Get the Moon for Me" by Eric Carle).

But it doesn't stop there. He knows the names of the planets, too. He has a place-mat that has all the planets and he knows their names and can point most of them out when we ask him to. He also likes stars. And his latest thing is pretending about outer space. He will play with his toys and pretend like they are flying through the air to outer space. His favorite is Elmo in a boat, which is a bath toy--he zooms little Elmo around the house in his boat, and says "Elmo go outer-pace!" over and over. It's the cutest thing.

Maybe I should start saving money now to take him on one of those tourist space flights. Or at least a really good telescope.

I guess this is a compliment...

My 2-year-old son LOVES our dog. They are best buds. Well, OK...he thinks they are best buds. I think the dog just tolerates him. He is, after all, the one who usurped her position as the "baby" in the household. Anyway....he was petting her saying "good girl" over and over again. Then, he walks over to where I'm sitting and pets my head and says "good girl, Mama, good girl." I suppose I should take it as a compliment that he holds me in the same high regard as he does the dog.