There is nothing cuter than Tyler in the morning--when he's in a good mood. His tousled hair goes against the cowlick because of a long night of tossing and turning (no night is long enough for mom and dad, but we can only take so much of the midnight wakings). His voice is scratchy and quiet and he's learning to say 'Good morning' which sounds like 'amornin.' He's warm and soft and completely huggable. That's most mornings. Yesterday was the exact opposite as he woke up crying, screaming, dragging toilet paper from the bathroom to our bed, pulling my clothes off the hangers in my closet, and last but not least, climbing into the baby's co-sleeper and kicking the sleeping baby in the face. I was a half-step too slow to stop him on that last one. Today was a great morning though, making yesterday's events seem further away. It's picture day at school and Tyler wore a new shirt. Daddy combed his hair and slicked it back then Mommy sprayed it with hairspray. He was in a great mood, so he'd better be smiling in these pictures! Gavin, on the other hand, spit up all over his white outfit which I thought would look so angelic for the pictures. What was I thinking?!