My son can look like two different kids depending on how his hair is. After his bath, we comb it down knowing that as soon as he wakes up in the morning, it will have a mind of its own. D. says that the sign of a good sleep is wild hair. Well, our son sure is sawing logs.
On one particular day recently, he was having a no-holds bad hair day.
And the side view....
With the help of water or spit (yea, I'm one of those moms) G. is transformed into this little boy. Some would say it's his Sunday, going to church hair style.
By the way, as I'm typing this, I leaned on my arm in thought and the smell of baby shampoo wafted up my nose. Isn't that the best smell?