This is the state of affairs at the moment. One moment, all sweetness and giggles. The next, the world is ending. Going by the amount of drool flowing out of his mouth and the seemingly endless stream of teeth breaking through, I'm assuming that teething is the cause of our troubles.
Still, that doesn't help me much. I miss my quiet little bundle of charm. And those 5.30am wake ups are not overly impressing me either...
