These days the top of Tyler's head is like a delicate ecosystem. A single uncooperative strand -- like the one we dealt with this morning -- puts the entire system in danger of complete collapse and, in turn, triggers a catastrophe the likes of which are known only to Old Testament folks.
Thanks to Mom's arsenal of styling tools and products, we managed to get his coiffure under control and avoid Armageddon.
shows up at 7:15 for the walk to the bus stop.
The fact that they are totally adorable together is not lost on me.
Nor is it lost on my friend Kristi, Bella's mom.
We have already arranged their marriage.
I'm sure this photo will be in the collage we put together for their reception.
"Bye, Mom. You can stop taking pictures now."
Bye, son. Love you. Have a great year.