I never imagined after all these years I would be back in the predicament of changing an amazingly fragrant and full
poopy diaper at
Wal-Mart where it has made an enormous amount of mess onto his clothes so that I just throw the undershirt away. I don't want to carry that dirty thing around the store, so into the garbage it goes. Who would have thought? Not me, not in a million years - that is for sure.
6 comments:
Everything about baby Ryan is sweet! I think you are over-reacting!
Whoa. Poop explosions deserve big reactions. Especially at Wal-Mart. Liz, you have too many traumas there. Have you considered switching to Target? :)
There's a small part of me that feels bad giggling at that and being so entirely grateful that those days are in my rear-view mirror!!
Happened to me there too. I ended up having to buy the stupidest shirt so Sam wasn't topless. Ticked me off.
ANYTHING is better than changing a blowout on an airplane...those change tables make any diaper-changing experience do-able. Can't wait to meet Ryan next month!! -Marsha
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