Bad hair day?

Who woulda thought that my little 10 week old baby boy could have a bad hair day? It made me chuckle last week when I was in a hurry to leave so Steve was helping by making sure everything was in the diaper bag. As me & Preston were headed out the door Steve was listing off what he put in there & the last item was a comb. Hehehe, I already have to travel with a comb?!? :)

My perfect kind of morning. Clean house, book, cup of creamer with a dash of coffee... sun shining in & my precious sleeping baby in my lap. It makes my heart happy.