For this weeks theme in my project 52 group, we were to do a ‘blue’ image. I immediately thought of the sky. Pretty obvious, yes, but I had a particular image in mind that I wanted for a while and our skies have been so blue this week.
Today, after an epic meltdown at our dance class, I decided home was just not for us quite yet. So, we hit the road. I thought to myself, “where would I see a lot of the sky on the horizon for this photo that I wanted so dearly?”…the beach! And lucky enough, there was no wind. I figured we will just go and see what it was like. I literally had one bar of battery left in camera, so I prayed to the camera gods that I had enough power for one shot. That’s it.
When we got there, boy was it blue. The water: a deep blue. The sky: perfect, without a single could. Breathtakingly beautiful. I was hit with the realization that this place was actually 10 minutes from my home. We really do live somewhere so beautiful.
Of course to keep a 2.5 year old happy, trucks must be involved for any pictures. Today was actually such a mentally draining day. This kid lives off of sleep. He needs it. This week has been so busy, naps so few and bedtimes have been later and later. Any parent is well aware that an overtired kid means an overly dramatic kid. So this little adventure could not have come at a better point in the week for a little mental reboot.
This weettle face and chubby cheeks still remind me of his baby days and of how young he still is even though some days I feel like I’m dealing with a teenager – both in attitude and in the amount of food he can pile into himself. It was nice to have a moment this week where there was no struggle, no whining and for myself, no chores or something to look at that needed to get done. We could just sit and play, him & I. I love moments like these.
Finally, it is time to leave. Our hands are cold and it is definitely time for a nap (for both of us lol). Once he reached the top of the hill, there is the harsh realization that we are leaving this beautiful place. It tears apart every piece of his little soul. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of his worst temper tantrum yet. Oh the struggles are truly real with toddlers. But it was worth it for 45 minutes of peace and happiness for us both.
