Out? Out?

Liam lives to be outside. Each moment of the day spent indoors is like a knife in his heart. Is it because he's a boy? Ev has never wanted to be outside as much as he does. I love when he comes running up to me and frantically makes the signs for "shoes" and "please" and "out" and "please" with this huge grin on his face. I love how when I laugh and say yes, he gasps, and turns to go get his shoes and how he is so excited he always falls- flat out on his face, gets back up, runs, falls again, gets back up and finally gets himself settled enough to function. And that's just to go out into the yard- you should see the all out fiasco that happens when anyone says the word "beach"!
The boy is in his element outside. He is happy and smiley. He plays on his own. He will stand and watch a bird fly for minutes at a time. He will follow the path of a single ant. He falls down, he scrapes his knees, he gets filthy. I simply love it.