Zoodle poops pretty infrequently. Considering that fact, his inappropriate timing on this trip has been pretty amazing.
Part 1: Da Plane! Da Plane!
Yes, our little guy who will go days between poops timed that bodily function just wrong, giving us a nice surprise on our flight here.
Changing diapers on the top of a closed toilet in a Southwest Airlines lavatory is a little inconvenient. And it was a stinky one, too--just ask the flight attendant who knocked on the door to offer me a plastic bag for the toxic waste my sweet little guy produced.
Part 2: Oops! He Crapped My Pants!
Thanks to another unexplained fever on Zoodle's part, we headed into town today to get him checked out at the Urgent Care. (He's fine; it's probably a virus.) I had him standing on my lap, diaperless, since he'd just peed into the little stick-on bags they use. He was only without a diaper for a few seconds, but that was enough time.
Our trip home was filled with the commingled scents of baby poop and antibacterial wipes, all emanating from my jeans.
He made up for it, though. After I cleaned up as well as I could, as we sat in the doctor's office waiting on the urine results, The Engineer was holding Zoodle and "flying" him toward me repeatedly. "Super pooper!" The Engineer was saying. "Coming to get Mommy!" Zoodle rewarded us with his first real laughs. That amazing, musical sound of a baby's first giggles gave me happy tears and lifted my spirits.
Too bad it didn't lift the stains out of my pants, too.