Crazy-headed baby.

Some people pay good money for products that can make their hair stand up like mine. Not me. I come by it naturally.


That's not the wind blowing my hair...that's just how it looks.



My mom usually tries to tame my crazy mane with a bow, but I wiggled it out and daddy didn't make me put it back in.

Honey Insists

Honey bought me this outfit and she insists that she have a few pictures of me in it...so my mom was thrilled to have a photo shoot in the backyard today.



















I am 8 months and 1 week old today.

Me, at 7 months.

Here are a few of the pictures of me that the best photographer in the world took.

Rollin' Around in the Backyard...

Before Daddy got home from work tonight, Momma and I spread a big ole quilt out in the backyard so that when he got home, we could all roll around in the backyard and play. It felt so good outside. It was the perfect time to play, and to get a little quality time in before bedtime.

I wanted to touch the grass, so momma let me.

She also let me eat it. It did not taste good.

Life is good.

Game Day

Saturday was my very first game day with Daddy. (Apparently this is something we will be doing together every Saturday through the end of January.) He got me out of bed that morning, put my Bulldog wear on, and we headed for his chair. It was a good day...until Mississippi State played. But hey, we've still got each other...