When Tommy was born, there were a few quiet moments in between his first cry and the first responder arriving where I had two thoughts. One was that he was smaller than Luke, the other was that he had much more hair than Luke. When Luke got a chance to look at Tommy without a hat, one of the first things he said was, "Baby needs a hair cut!"
(That's my bestie Leah. She drove 2 hours to meet Tommy the day he was born. Isn't she fabulous?)
With dark hair that curled over his ears and was so thick on his head, I couldn't blame Luke for wanting to send Tommy straight to the barber. And since I spent so much of his early days with him attached to me, I've also spent countless hours with my nose and mouth burrowed in his hair.
It should come as no surprise that I love his hair. This is what Tommy's hair looks like in its normal state. I don't do anything other than dry it. It has a personality of its own.
This is what Tommy's hair looks like when he first wakes up from a nap. I love bedhead Tommy.
And THIS is what Tommy's hair looks like when I grab some gel and give him a mohawk that would make any punk rocker kid jealous. At first, he's chagrined that I'd do such a thing to him...
But then, after taking a few moments to ponder it...
He realizes that his new hairstyle is sure to make a splash.
Oh, and this is what Tommy's hair looks like when Eden turns into a zombie baby and tries to eat his leg.
(p.s. This was the most painstaking post ever because I am still using Shane's laptop and it's so slow and not at all suited to doing anything with photos and also the monitor is awful, so this is why I'm really behind on my 365 photos which really, really bugs me. I'm taking them, I just cannot get them posted, so I hope you appreciate all of these photos of Tommy's hair. I mean, how could you not!? Oh, and every time I try to hit page down, I hit back space which has nothing to do with photos but is STUPID ANNOYING.)