Deep Dodo

The other day I went shopping with my friends for my birthday. We brought Nathan along because Vincent was at school, and I didn't even think about getting a babysitter. Everything was going great! We were trying on clothes, Nathan was happy, we were all finding things we liked, and then the unthinkable happened...

I pulled the stroller out of the dressing rooms, and was perusing the clothings racks when my dear friend went to say hello to Nathan. I said she could pull him out of the stroller if she wanted and she did. When I had finished looking at the items on the rack, I turned around and walked back to where  Nathaniel and my friend were. My poor friend was holding Nathan, by the arms, as he stood on the ground as best he could, her hand covered in poop, and so was Nathan. When I asked what happened, she told me that the poop had squirted out of his diaper when she picked him up. I proceeded to wipe her hand, and Nathan down, while we hurriedly told the sales clerk we would be right back. We left our other friend in the dressing rooms, and walked quickly to the Subway next door.

Picture it: I was walking in front, dangling Nate in front of me, holding him by the his armpits and apologizing to people as we passed. My friend walked quickly behing with both the diaper bag and the stroller, trying to open doors, and retain some of our dignity. At least Nathan was calm through the whole experience, because we were quite the sight see! I hope someone got a good laugh.

We make it to the tiny bathroom inside Subway, and there is no changing table. Seriously?! Ugh. Its a good thing diaper bags come with those little changing mats. I pulled mine out, and took off Nate's onesie, changed his diaper and cleaned the poop off of him, and his onesie as best I could, with the help of my friend. She washed her hands as I'm digging through the diaper bag looking for the spare change of clothes that I ALWAYS have with me for just such occasions as this, and I find only a pair of khaki pants. Great. Not only will I go down in infamy as the mom who's child poops all over her friends, I will also be known as the redneck mother who lets her child roam free and wild in the open air, with nothing on save his diaper.

We wander back into Maurice's and my other friend had come out the dressing rooms wondering where on earth we had gotten too. We explained the situation as the sales clerk proceeds to tell us how she thinks its great that he's so "free." She calls the other sales clerk over to look at Nathan in all his glory. Again, at least Nathan was happy with being naked. He was smiling at everyone and having a great old time!

We made our purchases, and left the store with my naked son in tow, and funny memories that will last a life time.

Definitely a banner day in the crazy territory that is Mommahood. This has been one shopping trip that I will never forget.