Poop Happens

I recently shared this story with a friend and she had a story that totally blew mine out of the water. And I am very grateful for that. I do not wish to have some experiences in life. The ones I have are plenty. I was shopping at Costco yesterday and I was about ready to head to the checkout line. My cart was full, found all the things I needed and some that I didn't need. I had made it through the shopping trip virtually problem free with three little boys, when I smiled at Gavin and then noticed the yellowish orange stuff coming out the leg of his diaper. There wasn't just a little.

I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. I almost started crying right then and there. And so I took a picture. If I picked Gavin up I would for sure get the poop all over my hands. I didn't have a new outfit, but I could buy one there. I had diapers and wipes. But then the stuff was all over his car seat, so bad that I couldn't just wipe it up. It needed some serious washing with some serious spray. So I quickly went through the checkout, left Gavin in all his poopy mess, and b-lined it home. I took him from the car seat straight to the bath. The car seat cover went straight the to washing machine.

I wish I could say this is the first time this has ever happened to me. But check out these pictures.

My mom gave me some sound words of advise when I started having children and with the messes they make. She said, "before you get mad, take a picture." Normally I don't think the average person would take a picture such as these. But when I feel like I should scream or cry, I really do take a picture instead. It takes a lot of the negative emotion away.

I am using this blog as my "journal" so that in years to come, I can look back at the happy days of being a mother and remember how it really was, not just the faded memories that we all have if we don't write it down or take a picture. And here is to remembering it how it really was, poop and all. 'Cause, it really happened.