This morning Gavin slept until a blissful 8:30 am. When he awoke, I went in, nursed, and set him down on the changing table to, well, you know, and I pulled open his shade so that he could see up at the sky. When the shade lifted up I literally gasped.
Thick, chunky flakes of snow were falling and the ground had an even coating over it. The road had splotches of white and wet and I knew I had to get outside in it. It has seemed that there's been an excessive amount of snow across the country, everywhere but middle tennessee. Just a couple hours north, east, west and even south (I'm looking at you Atlanta) have had huge snowfalls by comparison. And I've been a teensy bit jealous.
I zipped Gavin up in his bear suit, pj's and all, and set up my tripod outside.
It was a total trial and error with the camera auto-focus and timer, hello focused fence posts, but it's documented. The chunk's unamused faces and all!
Then I tried to get a few of him tossed up in the air - because usually, he loves that. And I thought of man if I could capture the joy in those little squishy features I will have succeeded in life. But look at that face...
So unamused! Even out of focused he's just like, "Mom...Mom, calm yourself..."
So I stuck him in the snow and thought, now the magic will really happen. And it did.
Oh chunkums, you're such a great sport!