it finally happened....

we are two blocks away from ryan's friend's house to hang out for the afternoon... and then my bloodhound nose smells something familiar... as we go to get the baby out of the car, one of my worst nightmares comes true when ryan says, "oh crap! literally... she crapped herself and she has it on her hands!"
we get in the house, and after a quick decision of who wants baby cleanup and who wants car seat cleanup (ryan opted for the carseat cleanup, while i got princess pooper)... we frantically make use of what supplies we have on hand (luckily i just replaced the near empty wipes with a new 100 pack!)... meanwhile kevin is thoroughly grossed out and laughing at our situation.
26 wipes and a quick bathtub rinse later we had a freshly cleaned baby (who laughed almost the entire time, as if it was funny). i ended up tossing out her outfit- sooo not worth scrubbing clean.
lesson learned- the stories of babies pooping so much it covers them head to toe are not an exaggeration so one must be prepared at all times (especially on the go!)... from now on i will carry a spare washcloth and babywash with her diaper bag.

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