Even as an infant, Brayden held on to his ears.  He also held mine for comfort.  He would be sleeping and he would hold both of my ears and pull my face right into his.  If I turned over, Brayden would grab me by the ear and pull on it until I rolled back over.  Then he would grab my ears and go back to sleep.  In the second picture above, he was holding my ear.  Brayden held his own ears so much that he stretched out the left ear and it hung a little lower until he was a teenager.  Such a precious memory!  I love you, baby boy!