Get A Clue

We had a lovely weekend in Milton-Freewater with my in-laws. They were super happy to see Nylabear, and we took her bouncy chair so that everyone could witness the enjoyment of Nyla in it. It just brings a smile to everyone's face to see her nearly bounce herself out of it.

As we left the house, we were driving down the road and I said to Paul, "Honey, I think Nyla pooped." We decided that we would see if it continued to smell, reaffirming that she did indeed poop, and we would change her in Athena, just a few miles down the road.

Well, the smell stopped aerating through the car, and Miss Nyla fell asleep...like knocked out asleep. So we agreed that it was just a fluff (my nieces' word for fart) and we could continue on to The Dalles. Almost three hours later, we arrive at Paul's grandmother's house.

Me: Hi Ellen! Oh I'm so happy to be here! I gotta change the baby's diaper.


Grandma: Uh, yes Lizzie, I think you have it on your hand.

WHAT?! As it turns out, Nyla had pooped...and had been marinating in it. Gross! She had poop all over her buns, her back, shoulders, knees, feet, in the toes. Everywhere.

But to make this little experience even better, the poop had seeped from her outfit, down through the car seat, and through to the car seat base. It was literally everywhere underneath her. It was so far underneath her that we actually had to wash her liner to her car seat and power wash her car seat itself and the base. We set it out in the driveway to dry.

You would think that after five months of being a parent, we would have this whole "change-the-diaper" thing down. Apparently not.

Now we have learned lesson #593,293: if you smelt it, she dealt it.

Bonus note: check the picture below of Nyla being fed by Paul. This is proof that he is Mr. Incredible when it comes to feeding her rice cereal. Look at how happy and clean she is in the picture! I, on the other hand, am still an amateur.