This damn Blogger site is killing me! I've been trying to post this message for at least two days...
And now my post:
I have become one of "those people" (as Martin put it); I have gone mall-walking. What can I say? It's cold as hell here, and I needed to get out and get a little exercise (although in actuality I just ate lunch and then shopped). My friend Kelly and her girls Evie and Sophie joined us. Evie continued her love affair with Libby the Real-Live Baby Doll. Sophie referred to Libby as both "puppy" and "baby" on our visit but seemed to like Libby just fine either way.
A good time was had by all ... until Libby pooped herself in blowout fashion. Mommy reached into the diaper bag and grasped ... air. I had forgotten to replenish the diapers. We made do with one of Evie/Sophie's diapers, but since they're about as big as her whole torso, we had to hotfoot it on home after that. Bad Mommy!
3 comments:
hahahaha... Ah, blowouts. Ben was the blowout king early on (nevermind the copious spitting up), so I learned to ALWAYS make sure that I had a bounty of diapers as well as a change of clothes for him in the bag (including socks! Even socks can fall victim to the blowout) AND a change of clothes for ME in the trunk. Oh--and a whole stash of plastic newspaper bags to adequately quarantine the soiled garmets without tainting any other diaper-bag necessities. Newspaper bags rule.
Good tip with the newspaper bags!
Kerry gets her first mother of the year award. Going out without diapers.
A great idea is taking off a t shirt and using that in an emergency. Not that we ever did that you understand.
You go Libby gal. Have a blowout whenever you want. It is always and immediate attention getter.
Love
grandma and Grandpa Kennedy
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