The Weeksworth Incident

Several days ago, I took Jace to his pediatrician for a checkup and shots. All was going beautifully, the sun was shining, it was a balmy 56 degrees, Jace was fed, clean and dressed in his supercute Gymboree froggie overalls, ready to charm anyone wihin a 1 mile radius. Then, disaster strikes. While driving to the pediatrician's, I hear a horrific noise followed by an even more terrifying scent..."no biggie", I think, "I'll just change him before going in". La la la...When we arrive, I calmly remove Jace from his carseat and lie him in the backseat of the Civic to change his dipes. Suddenly, I notice what can only be described a a stream of yellow goo running down both legs into his socks. It was a poo explosion! He must have been saving up for a week! Now, Jace LOVES geting his diaper changed and being naked, so he's flailing his arms and legs wildly and laughing hysterically, while poo is quickly spreading all over his clothes and mine! So, I remove my jacket (poo stained) and then, after surveying this natural disaster and trying to formulate a strategy, proceed to begin wiping up the poo with baby wipes, of course I only had about 5 or 6, so they all were very nasty and I refused to put them in my car, so, logically, I began dropping them in a pile on the parking lot, meanwhile, passersby at the busy shopping center are steering clear of the crazy hillbilly poop lady! Sooooo, embarassing... Well, at least the poo was finally contained, but Jace's adorable outfit was trashed, beyond recognition, so here I am with a diapered, naked, sockless, shoeless laughing baby in January in the backseat of my Civic, surrounded by a miniature mountain of poopy wipes and streams of snickering onlookers! I had no blanket, of course, just a baby jacket...hmmm, I needed more than that. Luckily, I had some old clothes in the backseat that I had been meaning to take to a resale shop. Unluckily, they were all newborn sized and no socks. So I located the largest and least ghetto of the bunch, a blue jumper that came up above Jace's knees, put on his little jacket, hoping that would make up for the bare feet and plowed ahead into the doctor's office, late, smelly and exasperated. And you know what, I don't know if I've ever seen Jace have more fun! Go figure!