After being blessed with soft, caress-able baby locks, the bub started to lose his hair when he hit three months.
Don't be deceived by this picture of oxytocin-induced loveliness. He started winching and whining before the five-minute mark was up.
I was nervous, as in damp-in-the-'pits nervous. But he, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself ... a little too much.
His ballsy little head just got a whole lot ballsier, methinks. I can't decide if he looks like Stefan from Top Chef season 5 ( who should have totally won!) or a Shaolin monk.