|Out for Breakfast in Nashville|
|(Great) Grumpa, Quincy, & Maggie|
|(Great) Grandma Barb & Quincy|
What a great trip we had! It was great to play (and lose horrifically) at euchre, go swimming at the local pool, catch up on all things family, and we even made it to the Nashville Zoo.
|Grandma Kate & Quincy|
|Grandpa Mark & Quincy|
|Loveless Café - Mark, Brad, Maggie, Quincy|
|Naptime with Grandma Kate|
|The Boys in Shades - Brad, Grandpa Mark, & Quincy|
Since it was a pretty warm day when we went to the zoo - it was in the high 90's, though in the parking lot the car read 103˚ - we made sure to load up on water, sunscreen, wear hats, and seemed to be quite the pack rats when heading through the zoo gates. We initially started with Quincy in the front pack, but also brought the stroller in case the whole sweaty-baby-glued-to-your-abdomen-in-stiflingly-hot-weather got to be too much. Surprisingly, it wasn't the heat that made us switch to the stroller.
|Quincy & Daddy at the Zoo!|
While only at the second exhibit of the day - I believe it was an outdoor space with monkeys - Brad started to point at me and Quincy exclaiming, "Maggie! Holy cow, Maggie!" Thinking that I had pulled Quincy's legs through one hole of the front pack, he was choking, or something worse, I got a bit freaked out. Only when he walked closer to us with a hand gingerly extended did I look down and see baby poop dripping out the side of the front pack. Yes, poop was literally dripping off the front pack. You can say it: GROSS.
We grabbed for some wipes, and my mom and I headed to the nearest restroom. Remarkably, my shirt was unscathed, but the same couldn't be said for Quincy, the front pack, or his shirt. Upon entering the bathroom, we discovered there wasn't a changing table (yes, a zoo loaded with kids and parents, with no changing table in sight, not even hidden in one of the bathroom stalls - I checked!) We laid out the changing pad from the diaper bag on the narrow counter, and carefully started in on the clean-up... until we ran out of wipes. Pulling toilet paper out of one of the stalls, we did our best to clear out the disastrous diaper (which, for all of you that use cloth diapers know, we had to place all the dirty stuff in our wet back, and bring it with us for the rest of the day), and then joined Brad and Grandpa back outside.
|Maggie, Brad, Grandpa Mark, & Quincy|
Needless to say, this has become the Zoo Poop Story, and the saga continues...
He has since then been changed successfully, I've been able to shower and put a complete outfit on, and the bouncy seat cover is being washed as we speak.
Hope you're having a good Monday - we sure are!