I was at Target the other day scanning the Father’s Day cards, with Ruby wrapped to my chest, when I felt something wet on my flip-flopped foot. I looked down expecting to see yet another stream of spit-up falling from Ruby’s mouth.
Instead, I saw poop. Somehow this poop made it past the diaper, through her outfit and around the wrap. I realized only slightly before she lay screaming on the scummy, public restroom changing table that I didn’t have any clean clothes with me.
Why? Because I had used the clean change of clothes I keep in her diaper bag the night before. When she pooped past the diaper, through her outfit and onto my khaki colored capris.
What did I learn from this? She really has grown out of size 1 diapers and there’s no sense in using the rest in the jumbo box if I end up wasting money on emergency clothes.