Why I Am Now Carrying the Camera Everywhere

I was trying to explain to someone how crazy-happy I am now that I am home full time.  I was telling the story of how Little Man became so angry with me because I wouldn't let him but Thomas the Train in the dishwasher when I was cleaning the kitchen.  In retribution, he marched right to the center of the kitchen, sat down on the chilly tile, turned his back to me, and then proceeded with his tantrum.  I couldn't believe that (as I deftly "ignored" the histrionics) I was actually smiling to myself.  He was throwing a fit and I was just so happy to have this little guy bringing all of this excitement to my life.

Of course, the person I was explaining this to later looked at me as if I needed to be straitjacketed and carted off.  Partially because she is a bit younger and can't see past her work to party to sleep and back to work again lifestyle.  Partially because she has known me and my side of the family long enough to know that this happily-domesticated side of me is not genetic.  But, the picture above says it all.  Every day is so full of little surprises, bursts of candor and new pockets of personality.  We were getting ready for my morning run and he just snatched the sunglasses off of my face and proceeded to ham it up.  This is what makes me actually enjoy the laundry, the dishes, the diapers, the tantrums... because you never know what the next moment will bring.