Henry and I had a lovely day at the mall with Arianne and baby Bella today ... good exercise, great deals, and a happy baby.
No sooner then we pull out of the mall parking lot - Henry turned into Screaming Monster Baby. Seeing two cars sliding around on the Beltline - I knew it would not be a quick trip home. So, I pulled into a Calvin College parking lot so I could get into the back seat and nurse the screaming child (as I've had to do before). No big deal.
As he's calming down - I feel a little rumble in his diaper. I think, "Oh, that could have been the cause of the drama."
Then another rumble. But this rumble was much longer - and squishier sounding.
I think, "No way that all stayed in the diaper."
Sure enough -- poo all through the diaper, up the back, through the onsie (which was already his second of the day as he spit up all over me and himself at lunch), and onto mommy's jeans.
Now --- what to do? Place poo boy into car seat and drive 45 minutes home? Take him inside this random college building and look for a bathroom to clean up? Neither seemed plausable - so I just laid him on the backseat - and stood myself outside while changing the freezing boy - snow falling on me.
Exhaustion sets in - we start the snowy drive home again. Henry was quiet for a good 5 minutes - began screaming again - and then cried himself to sleep.
How's that for a good Poo Story to share with him when he gets older? Apparently shopping upsets him so much - he must show his vengance through his diaper.