The Day I Forgot Wipies

That doesn't seem like much, but it fills up my huge diaper bag.  Plus it's always messy so I always end up taking like 5 extra diapers that I don't need because I couldn't see the ones I already had in there.  Anyway, anytime I end up attempting to condense the diaper bag, I always forget something.

Like the fateful Friday of last.  I had everything packed...or so I thought.  I was reversing in my driveway, and I thought I smelled something.  I wondered aloud if Piggie Smalls had pooped....

"Piggie Smalls...did you poop?"

Silence of course.  Ehhh, he couldn't have done anything that bad in just the few minutes we were in the car.  So I drive off to Target.  I never smelled anything the whole way there, but once I got out of the car to open his door, I smelt that smell.  The one where you know something bad is awaiting you.

I lifted him out of car seat (his new Britax Marathon 70 btw, which I love and apparently he does too since he takes big poops in it every time we go somewhere now) and I saw a poop stain on the seat.  Great.  Then I notice it on his shorts, the bottom left leg.  

Then I notice it on his waist, on the side!  Are you kidding me right now?  I'm like, holding him as if he's diseased, trying to not let us touch.  I lay him down on the little bit of seat in the car that I have.  He starts fussing like he's going to cry cause his head his touching the seat belt buckles and he hates that.  The sun is beating down upon my back like Satan's wrath...I look to the front of the car where his diaper bag is and feel a drop in my stomach.  

I reach up to the front while trying to keep my eye on him.  I tear through the diaper bag like a dog trying to dig up a bone.  Nothing.  All I have, luckily, are two burp cloths.  

I unbutton his outfit...it's everywhere already.  I try to, as neatly as I can, roll up his shirt so poop won't go everywhere but it's no use.  It's already on his back.  I unfasten his diaper and ohhhhh my GOSH, it's foamy...it's hot...it must be like 5 pounds of baby poop.  Its up his back, all over his front, and coming out the sides.  I mean, his penie was covered in poop, his inner thighs, the bottom of his belly...it was a nightmare.

I had to clean that up with two burp clothes.  His butt was left sticky.  I had some hand sanitizer so I poured some of that on a clean inch of the cloth and wiped his back at least.  And his foot where some random poop had gotten.  Poop was on the seat, on the side of the car, on the floorboard.  

*Sigh*

I put his dirty clothes in the trunk so the hot sun could bake them in my car and make it smell like old foot when I came back out.

We went into Target where I bought wipes 30 minutes too late but will hopefully have for next time.  All I can say is at least I had diapers.  If I didn't I guess I just would've had to clean him with the cloths and then take him into Target diaperless so I could buy more diapers.  Ugh, nightmare!

So the moral of the story is: don't try to condense your diaper bag.  It's big and heavy for a reason; so you're not left stranded in a parking lot without crucial diaper bag items.