Picture this…. you’re strolling (LOL) around target with your baby.. Just browsing the tiny baby clothes and wishing there was more money in the bank.. when you hear your baby toot.. it’s an innocent toot, but you know what follows that toot….
I’ve been a Mom for 13.5 weeks now..YOU WOULD THINK I would remember to bring the diaper bag in OR AT LEAST A FREAKING DIAPER! Nope.
So we meander back out to the car to get a diaper, because I’m not done browsing, and I don’t want my sweet girl to sit in her own poop for long.. so we grab the diaper bag and head to the bathroom..
AND THE EPIC BLOW OUT OF ALL BLOWOUTS HAS OCCURRED IN TARGET.
I MEAN THERE IS POOP EVERYWHERE !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I send out a :::red alert::: text message to my Mom friends.. it really should have been an
SOS SOS SOS alert…
because I mean….
there was just so much poop.
how does this even happen? Contents under pressure? Holy smokes little girl! Your Daddy would be proud (grossed out, but proud).
It was all the way up her back to her neck.. IM NOT KIDDING! I would show you pictures, but that’s taking it a little bit to far..
yes. I took pictures. THAT HAD TO BE DOCUMENTED!!!
Poor Paisley. I had to strip her all the way down to her birthday suit, IN TARGET!
We’re laughing about it now.. but it was pretty traumatic.
Life ain’t always beautiful…..
….. but it’s a beautiful ride