One Crappy Story

Today we had lunch with Dee, Haley, Ryder and Aidan. It was a lovely lunch at Good Eats. The food and company were great. Camden slept the majority of the time. When he woke up toward the end of the meal he made a few unpleasant sounds, and then all of a sudden he started stinking, but not bad enough to be concerned about. The restroom at Good Eats isn't baby friendly, so there was nowhere to change the little guy. We were going to the Boardwalk to do a little shopping, so I told Haley I'd put him in his stroller and change him when we got there. I began the changing ritual only to find that we'd had a blowout. And this was no small blowout. It took 2 adults, about 35 wipes and 15 minutes to get the poor kid clean enough to put back in the stroller. If Camden hadn't been wearing something nice it would've totally gone in the trash. (I've thrown away clothes for less than I was dealing with this time.) Haley commented that she must really love me and my child, because otherwise she'd be pretty mad that she had his poop all over her hands! All the while Ryder is COMPLETELY grossed out and holding his nose, because this "incident" lingered - HEAVILY. He had every right to be disgusted. Camden was a real trooper through all of the dangling-in-the-air-by-his-armpits and butt-wiping. I guess the point is to send props out to my wonderful sister, because most other people would have (literally) left him hanging. Thanks, Haley!