We had quite the day today. It all started when Gwen woke up at 4:30. I thought this was entirely too early. She thought it was just right. She won. So a groggy mommy, and a happy, babbling baby got up and went downstairs. I should have known that the early wake-up was a sign of things to come.
I figured I should at least make my morning productive, so I found the Little Green Machine furniture and carpet cleaner and went to work at removing several food finger prints that Gwen has worked on depositing over the last several weeks. Sara and Jason - thank you for having the foresight to buy us a Little Green Machine. Our furniture thanks you, as we did not have the foresight to scotch guard.
I was not going to let our early wake-up get me down. I took a nap with Gwen, and then I decided I was going to dress her in an adorable outfit. I put her in a onesie that has a ghost on the front and says, "It's not easy being this..." on the front and "boo-ty-ful" on the bottom. I put her in purple and green striped halloween shorts to complete the ensemble - I didn't want to put pants on her and ruin the punch line of her onesie. I felt pretty confident that she was going to be one of the best dressed babies at story hour at the library.
Gwen was super fussy, so I figured we would go to the library 30 minutes early and wander the stacks until it was time for Book Babies. On the way to the library she was screaming (when we got to the library, I discovered that the tooth that has been on the verge of emerging victoriously from her gums since Sunday had finally popped through).
When we got to the library I figured I should check her diaper - she has had quite the habit lately of pooping every time we get into the car. I did a quick sniff of her bottom, didn't smell anything, and slipped Gwen between the baby sling and my body when...squish! I felt something warm and wet against the front of my body.
I asked the librarian for the closest bathroom and discovered there was no changing table. I was not going to change her on the bathroom floor, so I decided, since there was no changing table, that it was socially acceptable to change her diaper just outside of the bathroom door in the stacks. It wasn't a busy part of the library, so I figured I would disturb anyone.
Gwen, however, has developed a nasty habit recently of screaming every time I change her diaper. I set her down on the changing pad, and not wanting to disappoint, she started screaming immediately. I assessed the damage of her diaper blow-out and realized it has squished through her tights and onto her onesie. I stripped off her tights and realized things were much worse than I had originally thought and that the poop had traveled out of her diaper and had been contained by her tights and gone down her legs. We were in the stacks and she was screaming and covered in poop.
After about 5 minutes I had managed to clean up all of the poo, put a new diaper on her, and dress her in her emergency clothes. Unfortunately, when she got bigger, I didn't swap out her emergency clothes and her pants only went halfway up her bottom. But she was clean and clothed and I was happy. I packed up her diaper bag, removed a book from her mouth that she had obtained while I was packing her diaper bag and went into the bathroom to wash my hands when...
...I looked in the mirror and discovered I had poop juice down the front of my shirt (poop juice is the non-solid poop that leaks out of diaper and onto onesies, thus leaving stains that can last forever). Apparently it had transferred to me when I was carrying her into the library. After all of this, I was going to have to go home. No!!! I had come to far!!! I came up with a plan. I turned my t-shirt around backwards (the front and the back were, thankfully, the same) and put a cardigan on over my t-shirt (I did all of this change one-armed since I was holding Gwen with my other arm). Poop covered, check.
We went to Book Babies, and after all of my desperate attempts to get her there for a fun hour, she fussed and squirmed to escape from my grasp and had almost no fun, for I was too worried that I would have to retrieve her, my cardigan would ride up, and the jig would be up.
I figured I should at least make my morning productive, so I found the Little Green Machine furniture and carpet cleaner and went to work at removing several food finger prints that Gwen has worked on depositing over the last several weeks. Sara and Jason - thank you for having the foresight to buy us a Little Green Machine. Our furniture thanks you, as we did not have the foresight to scotch guard.
I was not going to let our early wake-up get me down. I took a nap with Gwen, and then I decided I was going to dress her in an adorable outfit. I put her in a onesie that has a ghost on the front and says, "It's not easy being this..." on the front and "boo-ty-ful" on the bottom. I put her in purple and green striped halloween shorts to complete the ensemble - I didn't want to put pants on her and ruin the punch line of her onesie. I felt pretty confident that she was going to be one of the best dressed babies at story hour at the library.
Gwen was super fussy, so I figured we would go to the library 30 minutes early and wander the stacks until it was time for Book Babies. On the way to the library she was screaming (when we got to the library, I discovered that the tooth that has been on the verge of emerging victoriously from her gums since Sunday had finally popped through).
When we got to the library I figured I should check her diaper - she has had quite the habit lately of pooping every time we get into the car. I did a quick sniff of her bottom, didn't smell anything, and slipped Gwen between the baby sling and my body when...squish! I felt something warm and wet against the front of my body.
I asked the librarian for the closest bathroom and discovered there was no changing table. I was not going to change her on the bathroom floor, so I decided, since there was no changing table, that it was socially acceptable to change her diaper just outside of the bathroom door in the stacks. It wasn't a busy part of the library, so I figured I would disturb anyone.
Gwen, however, has developed a nasty habit recently of screaming every time I change her diaper. I set her down on the changing pad, and not wanting to disappoint, she started screaming immediately. I assessed the damage of her diaper blow-out and realized it has squished through her tights and onto her onesie. I stripped off her tights and realized things were much worse than I had originally thought and that the poop had traveled out of her diaper and had been contained by her tights and gone down her legs. We were in the stacks and she was screaming and covered in poop.
After about 5 minutes I had managed to clean up all of the poo, put a new diaper on her, and dress her in her emergency clothes. Unfortunately, when she got bigger, I didn't swap out her emergency clothes and her pants only went halfway up her bottom. But she was clean and clothed and I was happy. I packed up her diaper bag, removed a book from her mouth that she had obtained while I was packing her diaper bag and went into the bathroom to wash my hands when...
...I looked in the mirror and discovered I had poop juice down the front of my shirt (poop juice is the non-solid poop that leaks out of diaper and onto onesies, thus leaving stains that can last forever). Apparently it had transferred to me when I was carrying her into the library. After all of this, I was going to have to go home. No!!! I had come to far!!! I came up with a plan. I turned my t-shirt around backwards (the front and the back were, thankfully, the same) and put a cardigan on over my t-shirt (I did all of this change one-armed since I was holding Gwen with my other arm). Poop covered, check.
We went to Book Babies, and after all of my desperate attempts to get her there for a fun hour, she fussed and squirmed to escape from my grasp and had almost no fun, for I was too worried that I would have to retrieve her, my cardigan would ride up, and the jig would be up.
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