This is Spike! How did my baby come to be called Spike? Well while we were in Utah my mom and sister decided he would look cute with spiky hair. So out came the gel and hairspray and water and tadah! Spiky hair! To which Uncle Nate said "Hey Spike!" Joshua loved the attention apparently because now every time he combs his hair, or tries to put a stray headband on his head, he says "I Spike!" Today I asked him if he wanted to be Spike. "Yeah!" So we spiked him. You can't really tell in this picture but his hair is spiky. I should have taken another one but he tried so hard to get a good cheesy one I just had to use this one.
Oh, and Spike also runs into doors and walls a lot, thus the bruise on his head. Oh yeah, he twirls his hair when he is tired too and them pulls so the right side of his head has a lot less hair on it. But hey, a tough guy like Spike can handle stuff like that right?