Seeing the World Through 2 Year Old Eyes

During the past few weeks things have been a little crazy around the Means' household.  Connor got sick, Connor knocked out a tooth, Connor got sick again (I love daycare sometimes), Owen was born...  Some of this upheaval has brought on a few more bouts with the terrible twos than we had encountered previously, and Sara and I have gotten increasingly frustrated as we struggle to parent our way through the difficulties.

Despite these things, which total such a small portion of the day that it is unfortunate they are so memorable, there is an inherent joy in getting to experience the world through the eyes of your toddler.  The wonder of a plane flying overhead, of horses on the side of the road, of a little brother's smile, or of rain falling from the sky.  I was reminded of this fact on Thursday evening when Connor and I took Huck for an evening walk.  It was gray outside but I didn't think anything of it.  We tromped out of the garage and started around the neighborhood on our standard route.  About a block from our house I felt the first drop of rain hit my hand.  As we continued the rain intensified, but not to more than a steady drizzle.  Connor and I continued on our way, but at one point I noticed that Connor had slowed down and was no longer right next to me.  I turned and saw this:

It struck me, why wouldn't you open your mouth to the sky.  Sometimes it's fun to live like you're 2.