the meltdown

A few minutes before it happened, I had my camera at my desk while I was working. My sweet little peanut came to me and climbed up in my lap. He was snuggling with me and playing and being all cute. So I grabbed my camera, and got this sweet, chubby face...

So then I thought, gosh... it's been a while since I've gotten some good front-door-light photos of my baby. Maybe I'll do that now and take a break from working.

So we get to the front door, I open it, and Baby J tries to run out. I quickly realize BAD.IDEA. He's gonna wanna go outside and run his little heart out. So I grab him and shut the door. Then it begins.

The meltdown. See the tear?

He was really mad that I wouldn't let him go outside. Into the yard. Across the driveway. To the alley.

He was rolling around on the floor and everything. It was a little sad. And all I could do??

Was take pictures.

{and then scoop him up and give him hugs and kisses and run my fingers through his glorious hair}