I took the kids to the park today.
Well, first I drove them around until they both fell asleep so they’d be nice and pleasant to take the park.
Then I took them to the park.
Once we got there I put Alice in the stroller and Tom immediately began to play.
We played together, Alice ate her snacks and enjoyed the sun, we went on a walk around the pond and fed the ducks…it was all very Norman Rockwell.
After we’d be there a little while, a boy about Tom’s age who we’d played with before stopped by.
So I began to talk with his mom and she reminded me that we’d met before (because I remember nothing) and we chatted like we were old friends.
I love when that happens.
She’s pregnant with her second child — a girl — and she’s due in about a month, so we had a lot in common and spoke a lot.
I actually felt a little embarrassed because for the first time ever (ever!) I’d taken Alice out in public in her pajamas.
This is not because I care about other babies being in pajamas, but I just like to dress Alice up in her cute outfits!
Today I didn’t because I was just anxious to get them out of the house and knew we wouldn’t see anyone we knew…so of course we (sort of) did.
Anyway, it was just a hint of embarrassment and nothing I would’ve even thought about enough to mention again except in this story.
As I’m talking to the mom and Tom is playing with her son, Alice started to get a bit antsy, so I picked her up.
I held her as we walked and talked.
I sat her down on the bench and the boys came over and hugged her.
Everyone saw me holding her for a long, long time…
(This is important. I promise.)
After we’d been there for a long time, me and the mom both decided it was time to head home and feed our boys some lunch.
And as I began to put Alice back in her stroller, I said, “Alice, you smell a little suspicious, I’ll check your diaper before we leave.”
And then Tom said goodbye to his friend, and I said goodbye to the mom, and I proceeded to open the back of my van to check Alice’s diaper.
It was not just a poo diaper.
It was THE poo diaper.
And it wasn’t just in her diaper.
And she hadn’t pooed recently.
What I’m telling you is:
I was carrying around my beautiful daughter, in pajamas, at a park, trying to make a lifelong friend while she was COVERED IN POO AND IT WAS ALL OVER THE BACK OF HER PAJAMAS!!!
It wasn’t wet, which was why I didn’t feel it — it had dried.
Meaning she had pooed while she was either in the car or stroller.
And she hadn’t fussed a bit.
And I’m sick, so I didn’t smell it.
And OH MY GOD!
I was the lady at the park carrying her smelly daughter around in poo-stained pajamas!
I’m that mom!
(Just in case you were wondering.)
So anyway, I’m sure my almost-lifelong-friend was really impressed with all the advice I was giving her.
Because nothing says, ‘Trust-me! I’m-a-good-mom!’ like smelly babies in poo-pjs.
(So sorry, Alice! So, so, so sorry!!!)