The title of this blog is one of my favorite Simpsons quotes and I giggle every time it's used in church, but unfortunately this story involves a different kind of duty.
Today Jada looked pretty decked out in her shirt, skirt, and bow in her hair all ready to go to church. We were in sacrament meeting and Jada was in her car seat smiling away. She started to fuss a bit and so I decided to pull her out. I did just that and sat her on my lap and Dane looks at me in a gasp and mouths to me, "What is THAT?" I looked down and her whole back of her shirt was soaked. What the? So I grabbed the diaper bag and ran out with Dane holding Jada strategically. We found a room and plopped her down on a table. We started to undress her and found that the wet spot was a very sticky & wet soilage!! it was all over her. UGH! NOT NOW! So we were pulling her clothes off frantically and it just got everywhere. Her arms, legs, on Dane, on Me, car seat etc. I told Dane, "Let's go to the mother's lounge, they have a sink and we can just hose her down."
We did just that, Dane of course was hesitant to enter, but I glared at him and just thought, "this is not the time to be a worry wart!! It's empty, just come in!"
The sink ran nothing but cold cold water. Scratch that idea. So I laid out a bunch of paper towels to put a baby down covered in poop and wiped her down a wipey at a time. Task completed. But then, uh oh, we didn't bring an extra change of clothes. My poor naked baby in a Wintery Wisconsin. Luckily it was a warmer day at 35-40 degrees. We wrapped her up in her blanket and she had nothing on but her new diaper and her bow.
She fell asleep soon after that so I waited until she woke up and we ditched the rest of church. I drove 30 minutes toward home with a very mad & screaming baby. Lucky me.
