Double Stroller
Carson usually likes to walk when we go places now, and so I don’t bring our double stroller unless we’re going to the zoo or doing something else that involves a lot of walking and I anticipate he’ll want/need a break. Before meeting Carrie for lunch I had a couple returns to make and I figured he’d want to walk. When I got Betsy set up in the stroller Carson sat himself right here and It actually worked. Betsy didn’t like him sitting there much and kept kicking him.
After running our errand we went to Chick fil A for lunch. It was a nice break from being home all morning. Betsy is getting two new teeth on the bottom, so she’s been grumpy and being out around other people was good for everyone. Carson had a great time running around in the playroom. At one point I thought I smelled a poopy diaper. It wasn’t Betsy, and Carson didn’t look like he was poopy (usually the saggy diaper is a dead giveaway). But a little bit later he came out of the room and a little girl going in, probably 4 years old, looks at me and says, “He has poop.” And sure enough, Carson turned and ran into the room again, I followed, and he was indeed poopy. Every kid in there started telling me about it. One little boy said, “I knew it was him.” Carson of course did not want to leave the fun. I of course did not have a diaper for him. And even if I had, I didn’t bring a change of pants…which he unfortunately needed. Running around with poop in your pants often results in poop escaping. Sorry to go into gross detail, but it’s necessary to tell the story! Thankfully Carrie was there and able to carry Betsy out to the car while I carried/dragged Carson to the car trying not to get poop on myself. I sat him in his carseat on top of a plastic table topper I thankfully had in the diaper bag in the hopes that I wouldn’t have to steam clean the carseat. Carson kept asking to go to Target and I had to say, “No, Carson. We can’t go to target because you have poop all over your pants.” Never imagined myself having to use that reasoning, but I guess that’s what happens when you become a mom. You do and say all kinds of things you never thought you’d have to. After getting home I got him all cleaned up (pretty sure I used half a package of wipes) and threw everything that had touched him in the last 20 minutes into the washing machine. Then everyone took a much needed nap.
