Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Here he is on the second day of the year, sporting a fresh haircut. He's seated in his beloved miniature chair at his equally beloved miniature table that Mama painted up all artsy for him. This is around the time that he walked up to his mother and said "I'm happy, I'm smart, I've got nice hair, and I have good eyes." His hair is actually quite short, but his head has swollen to an alarming degree. To attest to OM's universal appeal, he laid his head against my laptop while I worked last night, trying to feel the bass I think.