DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT

I decided that with Ethan's love of reading, we better get ourselves back into the habit of going to the library on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. We got there right in time for story time, which was lucky. Ethan would listen for a minute or two and then run back to play the learning games on the computers - all the while, I was collecting books not knowing how long Brynn might last. I rounded up a number of books and then sat down with Ethan to sing the songs as they finished up story time. Brynn started getting a little fussy, so I stood up with her and held her on my hip facing out so that she could watch all the kids singing. Moments later, I heard a rather large rumbling sound. My initial thought was that I had forgotten to bring a back up outfit for her, but quickly my thoughts changed to I wish I could ask someone to take a picture of this for my blog. Brynn had a massive blow out, but it didn't soil her outfit...it soiled mine. She was wearing a skirt & it was so explosive, the force shot baby poo (also known as mustard poo) out both leg holes. I had 2 rather large lines of poo down my white shirt (on both sides of where her legs had been), poo running down the entire length of my tan shorts, down the entire side of my leg, into my shoe (thankfully I was wearing flip flops) and there was a golf ball size puddle on the carpet. Yeah, I know - GROSS. I grabbed for my wet wipes and some other lady went in search of a box of Kleenex (why? I'm still not sure, Kleenex isn't like Bounty - it doesn't have the absorbancy to help at at a time like this). She returned and then the sweet woman offered to help me clean up my child's poo. Maybe the Kleenex wasn't the best idea, but this woman was a saint. We swabbed up the general area and then some lady who was frozen with the look of disgust on her face offered me some Wet Ones, the only 2 that she had in her bag. When I said that I had wet wipes she said "yeah, but these are sterile...and that is gross." I accepted the offering and sterilized myself, checked out the books and headed off to the bathroom with a screaming Brynn and Ethan. After I got Brynn changed & the kids loaded up in the car, I decided for the sake of documentation I should get a shot of the evidence on my own. It's not a flattering shot - but my arms aren't long enough to take a good picture.