It’s a good thing there exist so many adorable photos of my son in this world. They seem to serve as a mood-changer for those days where I’m really sick of getting puked or pooped on. Because this week? So far? I’ve been pooped on twice and spit-up on several times EVERY DAY. Somehow the smell of spit-up on my shoulder is less disgusting when I know it’s a kid that looks like this that did it to me.