At almost any time we are home, there is almost always one of three things up on our bed: a dog, a toddler or another dog. This day, the boy was the offender. It usually starts with him quietly playing with his toys on the bench at the end of the bed. The next thing I know there are usually squeals of laughter, followed by covers crumpled and pillows strewn about. Once I realized and grabbed the camera, I caught him as he paused for a moment to look outside. A bit of calm before the storm.
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2014. This post is part of The 52 Project