Bad Mommy

The set-up: I adventured out on foot today with the two girls. Hubby had the car so we walked the 1/4 mile to go visit a friend in the neighborhood. Mommy, having used the car as a four-wheeled diaper bag for so long, forgot that kid #2 might need an extra diaper.

The event: About 52 steps into our walk home, kid #2 looks up at me with a pained expression and...er...liquid...runs down her leg. The friend we just visited doesn't have diapers in a size 4 (and newborn won't cut it) and has just left anyway. We are still 1/4 mile minus 52 steps from home. I tried to...readjust...the diaper. You never know, maybe it just slipped out of place. Nope. That thing had turned all the moisture-soaking crystals into Jello. One. Full. Diaper.

Solution: So, I did what I had to do and, in the middle of a major crossroads, stripped her down, put the diaper in the stroller (which, of course, no one was using because if big sister walks, little sister either gets to walk or screams), reapplied slightly damp trousers and had an eyeball to eyeball conversation with the little one. "If you poop, it will get all over your legs and shoes so don't poop until we get home. OK?" It worked.

How to avoid this situation in the future: Carry plastic pants to go over diaper and/or shorts to allow greater collection volume.