Is it better to be pissed off, or pissed on?

So we were a couple days late this week, but hopefully this droolworthy post makes up for it.

With that goal in mind, we'll start off with a droolworthy picture.



Of course the drooling isn't totally Carson's fault, as we think he's getting his first tooth in. Either that or he just loves taking a bite out of anything he can get in his mouth, such as his Ms. Lemon:


His ball:


Or even just his fist:


Of course drooling isn't the only thing that takes his mind off the tooth. He now has his feet to play with, although he only seems to notice them when he's wearing shoes (or fun socks):


There is also quite a bit of photographic evidence that suggests he should really worry less about the tooth and more about how huge his head will be in the future.



For the time being, Dad's huge heededness does at least provide a nice place to hide:



Carson knows how to get back at his Dad for any physical traits that he may eventually inherit. If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis.



And we couldn't end the post before bidding farewell to Grandma and Grampa, who spent another weekend with us at the beach before heading back to Florida.