After a very long Saturday during which Diego didn’t get his usual two-hour nap, he took a deep midday Sunday siesta and awoke with a wild ‘do that I just had to capture. He reminds me of Victor Frankenstein from the James Wale version of the story, just with less wide-eyed craziness and a smarter wardrobe choice. He’d wear these PJs for the rest of the day, angry birds on one decidedly happy baby.
