|have squeezy "appa sauce", will travel.|
Despite getting a late start, we got there just a few minutes after the party started. It was SO CUTE - with Dr. Suess decorations and Cat in the Hat all over. (Oh! And Swedish Fish! Which I forgot to bring home. Boo.)
|this is the only picture available for me to steal from Facebook. |
yes, it was a first birthday party. yes the cake topper got fixed in time.
The party was lovely, all three babies in attendance were well behaved and (most importantly) they went to sleep without a fight leaving all parents free to enjoy each other's company (and beer) (and whisky slush).
Sunday morning was also full of happy, with three babies and 6 adults having breakfast and some good playtime.
So after all the good time feelings and rainbow words, you know there has to be something, right? Right.
|passed out with Lightning McQueen on his shoulder|
We drove home shortly after lunch time, and Oliver fell alseep almost right away. As soon as he woke up, we stopped off at a McDonald's for a diaper change and some french fries.
When we were about half an hour from home Ollie looked at his daddy, held out his hand and said "what's iss?" And Nick said, "What is that? Let me have it..."
It was poop.
It had exploded out of the side of his diaper and down onto the car seat, of course. So I pulled the car over on a side street and get him out. Nick took him and changed his diaper and shorts, while I attempted to get the car seat cover off. Would. Not. Budge. I don't know what the hell I was doing wrong, or maybe if it was just because I wasn't the one who installed it, but I couldn't figure out how to get the cover off of the seat.
So Nick and I switched, and I watched Oliver (which meant keeping him from climbing all over the front seat and/or pushing too many vital buttons on the dashboard) while Nick got the cover off the seat. Turns out, you have to completely disconnect the seat from the car and thread the straps through the cushion and... let's just say there was poop everywhere.
We switched places once again so I could attempt to scrub as much poop as I could off of the straps and buckles before putting him in the seat again. There was a lot of poop.
Did I mention that during the 20 minutes or so that we were stopped on the side of the road it went from a light mist to full-on downpouring rain? Yeah.
I just have to say here that I am SO GLAD my husband is super awesome and dealt with the poop and carseat-challenged wife like a champ. All we could smell the rest of the way home was poo, obviously, but I really would have been sunk without him there.
We were never so happy to be home and see and smell Dial antibacterial soap!
OH my word. That's a lovely end to your trip! or not so much.ReplyDelete
Aw, you poor guys! But what a good boy Ollie was! He is so incredibly cute. I can't believe our boys are talking already. Just seems like yesterday they were born. :)ReplyDelete
BLECH! oh man... oh MAN!ReplyDelete
but thank you. so much. for not sharing photos of that part of the trip. :D
Ohmygah. This is something I have nightmares about. I have no idea how to remove the carseat cover, either, by the way. Glad you guys survived.ReplyDelete
Oh my gosh! Yikkkkkes. Totally beats me trying to feed the wee baby a boob in the truck. She was buckled. I'll leave it at that. And hopefully that made you laugh enough to forgot the poopsplosion.ReplyDelete