On Saturday mornings, Jordan has to be at work at 9, so one of us usually goes out and grabs breakfast once the baby is fed. It's usually a quick drive thru run. This morning, I really wanted a cinnamon-sugar bagel from Einstein Bros. (yum!), and since it's about a 15 minute drive from our house, I don't usually go there. So, I get the monkey in the carseat, and we headed out. I got there, hopped out, unbuckled the baby, and pulled him right out...and then I felt something on my hand. Then I smelled it. Yep, the child exploded on the way. And guess who's brilliant mother didn't bring a diaper bag because we were only going to pick up breakfast and come home. So, I sit there, awkwardly holding him, with poop running down his leg, trying to decide what to do. I reached down in the seat pocket looking for some napkins--or anything--and there was a towel stuffed down there! (Why? I have no idea. I didn't care, either!) I wipe him off and get him situated back in the carseat, and he was happy as could be. I started up the car and was going to leave, but I decided that since I had come all this way I should go ahead and get our bagels. I kept him in the carseat, pulled out the stroller, and went in. Yeah- I let my child sit in poop so I could get a yummy breakfast. Bad mommy. He was happy, though... Anyway...I got home, got him in the bath, and put a clean onesie on him, and he was ready to play. All was right in the world. Then he puked on both of us. And all of this happened before 8:30am. Awesome.
Happy Saturday, everyone! :)