
This about the year when I first entered the family...Weston was about 9 or 10 years old.

Wes started to grow his hair out...

Oh yeah baby! Weston has curly hair and has to straighten it with an iron to get it not to be puffy.

Ok, he looks mean here. But he is a sweet heart on the inside. This was when Weston lived with Paul and I. He is a good kid and did whatever was asked of him.

Weston today! He is practically bald. I freakin love him and wish we saw each other more. He is an adult now, crazy!
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