The little dude is teething. Not one, not two, no, not three but FOUR freaking teeth! All at the same time.
He's a bag of misery. Sleeping little, whinging and crying lots and refusing to eat. Oh and also doing the most foulest poops ever!
I'm feeling a little Britney but just keep reminding myself that I sure as hell would be feeling exactly the same if I had four teeth trying to escape from my gums.