This morning I was on the computer, successfully procrastinating from typing up my CV, and Campbell was in his Jolly Jumper jumping merrily in the doorway. Now, for this story to make sense, I must say at this point that usually, I hate pictures of kids with food all over their faces. It makes my skin crawl. I think to myself, OMG, that is disgusting. Wipe your child's face immediately. Who on earth would take a photograph of their baby looking so gross?
Anyway, I heard Campbell start to make his "mum-mum-mum" noise, which means something is up. I turned to look at him. He had started to hiccup. And with each hiccup, a glob of regurgitated creamy banana oatmeal and congealed milk was falling to the floor. It was all over his chin and his top and even the big grin he was giving me, as if to say, look Mum! Look what I can do!
And then it happened. I looked at my little boy covered in his own vomit and thought, awwww....he's sooooo CUTE! I should get the camera!
Madness. I stopped myself, but only just. And that is how pictures like the one below, of Cambo eating solids for the first time and absolutely covered in icky sticky fruit, get on the internet. Because mothers think every single thing their child does is SO DAMN ADORABLE! Even when really, it's not.
Word.
