Sticky Baby was the picture of calm and obedience a few days ago, waiting patiently at the pediatrician's office. Soon after this photo was taken, he did a huge pooh and I had to change him right there on the tiles of the waiting room. Nothing says 'I'm in control' more than being on all fours holding wet wipes in your mouth, just as the doctor calls your name. Crushed.
Mama L: Semi-retired fashion model; Wishes she invented Nutella (hence retired model); Cries at most episodes of Oprah; Kick-ass singer in the car; Makes a mean cup of Nescafe; Still doesn’t quite know how she managed to incubate & birth such a big human.
Papadada: The husband; Perfect male specimen; Obsessed with motorbikes, scooters, cars, remote control toys & giant flip-flops; Provider, Protector, Pretty Damn Sexy; Sick addiction to mayonnaise.
Mama L+Papadada=FIREWORKS!
(9 months later....)
Sticky Baby: Cheekiness in a nappy; loves cherry tomatoes by the dozen, swimming goggles found on floor of the car, electrical cords & being upside down; We clean him. But he’s always sticky.
After living a 3-year dream in the south of France for Papadada's work, we are finally back home ‘DownUnder’. Ummm....is there anything better than having 2 sets of grandparents gagging for time with their sticky grandson? Can anyone say "date night" and "free time"? Being home rocks our socks off!
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I reckon he was doing his pooh as you were taking the picture!
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