He's started grabbing his ear a bit so he could be at the early stages of teething. Either that or it's him getting used to eating solids and the subsequent, not so pleasant bodily movements involved. Or it could be my fault for being a bit lax with his sleeping routine of late. All I know is the placid, beautiful little boy I know has been overshadowed by his alter ego, let's call him Chevy, and it hasn't been pretty. Whatever it is I'm laying low this week, giving him morning and lunchtime sleeps at home, and trying to push Chevy out of the way as fast as I bloody well can.
Welcome to parenthood eh?
And yes. My son has a mullet.