This was the Christmas that the daycare came down with a raging case of lice (because some &$#$#$ parents didn't put in the effort to get rid of them). He was still pretty.
I have hundreds of pictures like this. Cody was/is my little ham. I have tears streaming down my face...partly because of nostalgia...and partly because Mom isn't here for Cody.
Christmas is looking a little bleak this year. There is just a grey pallor over everything for me...and since I'm the only person who takes care of the holidays...well, you get the picture.
Our one bright spot is that we are meeting Grandpa Sute and Page in Vicksburg, MS (it's halfway from Daphne, AL to Nowhere, TX) for Christmas. Actually we are meeting this coming weekend, and Page found the best Bed and Breakfast called Annabelle's. Check it out and firstname.lastname@example.org
Happy Birthday Cody-Man! I love you even though you act like you don't care. God help me next year when he turns 16.