The Young Family

You may be wondering why Greyson is riding in the car seat wearing nothing but a diaper and socks. 

Allow me to explain.  

Yesterday we noticed that there were at least three separate outfits in the diaper bag.  Too many??  Yes.  Brant said, “We need to go through and inventory that bag.”

Did we go through and inventory that bag?  No, we did not.

This afternoon, Greyson & I dropped the dogs at the groomers and then headed north to one of the only stores I know of that sells paneer, the Indian cheese needed to complete a recipe I/ve been dying to try. On the way there, he got a bit fussy. We parked, and I got him out of the car seat when I felt a familiar sticky wetness on my arm.  A quick back check revealed what I suspected: poopsplosion.

And a big poopsplosion!  I sat in the back seat of the car and balanced a goop-covered G precariously on my knee.  With tremendous care, I unbuttoned and pulled the soggy onesie over his head. His back was covered in a surprisingly thick sheet of poop, all the way up to the creases of his neck.  (If you’ve seen Greyson lately, you know that he has accumulated quite a lot of creases.)

I dug frantically through the diaper bag, flinging socks and pants onto the floor as I searched of the wipes. Once I got his back cleaned (from neck creases to waist), I turned back to the bag for a diaper to use in what was sure to be a messy switcheroo.

And thats when I realized that — despite the fact that I’ve been carrying around an entire baby wardrobe for who knows how long — I had absolutely NO DIAPERS.  I checked every pocket and fold of the bag.  Not a diaper to be found.

Which brings us to the photo above.  With a disposable changing pad tucked between him and the mucky car seat, Greyson had to ride all the way home semi-naked, still wearing a diaper that was full to the brim.

We got home, stripped down, bathed, re-dressed, and took the car seat apart for cleaning. It’s still drying. Guess we won’t be having homemade Indian food tonight!