On Friday (after another week of hiding inside from the cold) we were long overdue for a trip out of the house. I put on some clothes from the clean(ish) pile, threw my hair back into my finest ponytail holder, and off to Barnes and Noble we went for the third installment of our year of mom/son dates.
I thought it would be so cute if I let Wyatt walk around and pick out his own book. It really was adorable. For about 10 seconds. Then it was just a chaotic toddler tornado with books flying off the shelves and landing around him. How does he move that fast?
He was smart though. Never lingered too long around his latest sea of destruction. Acted innocent the entire time.
To think, behind that innocent face lies the heart of a destroyer.
I chased after him, cleaned up his trail of messes, and didn’t really get any of the pictures I wanted. But It was all worth it. Because when I set him loose and had to chase him down, I also got to watch him explore a new environment. And even though I only had time to snap a few pictures, I got to watch, in person, his face light up with happiness every time he found something new.
There’s nothing bad about that.