Okay, so I have mentioned before that Deacon has a lot of teeth. He has had eight teeth since he was eight months old. I quit nursing him because of his teeth. He was able to start eating solid food sooner than I thought he should because of his teeth.
I took this picture one morning after Lola announced, "I fixed Deacon's hair with Daddy's hair stuff!!!!" Sure enough, it was all gooey and spiked. These are the things that happen when I try to have one moment to myself and drink my coffee.