Before I went back to work, Avery and I were out shopping.  I was looking at some items and heard an all too familiar sound.  I looked down at baby girl and...yep, her face was red.  She was pooping.  She didn't care where we were or who was looking at her.  Don't you just love how secure she is with herself?!

I thought to myself, "Of COURSE you are pooping right now.  We are somewhere that does not have a bathroom and we are in a hurry!"

So I hurried and bought my items and had the brilliant idea that I would just change baby in the trunk of my car.  When I finally got her out to the car the wind was blowing pretty cold air.  I knew I had gotten pretty good at changing poopy diapers so I thought I could do it fast without causing too much discomfort to my sweet girl.  I pulled Ave's out of her car seat and immediately felt a wet squishy warmth on my hand.  DANG IT!  It wasn't just a regular little poop that you would expect to come out of such a sweet thing thang.  It was "literally" a TON of poop.  Ugh...
 
I undressed her and got out my wipes.  Perfect, I only had about 4 wipes left and this was for sure a 10 wipe job.  Somehow, the mommy gods opened the heaven and my skills took the gold medal and I got all the poop with 4 wipes.  I then reached into the diaper bag for a clean diaper.  What the heck?  WHY IS IT ALL WET IN HERE?

You guessed it folks (or maybe you didn't because it took me a couple minutes to figure it out), but a whole bottle of precious breast milk had dumped out and soaked all my clean diapers and extra clean clothes.

I thought I was a pretty strong person.  But this little fiasco had me crying in the parking lot. I stood there and looked at my baby.  Naked.  In my trunk.  Just looking at me. Thank goodness she wasn't crying.  I think she knew.  She knew what she had done and she didn't want to make it worse.

So, what else could I do but put baby back in her car seat naked.  I didn't have any other choice.  No diapers or clean clothes.  Thankfully I had a dry burp cloth that I put over her bottom half to protect her from the car seat straps and likewise to protect the car seat straps from her if she decided to pee (again!).

Well, we made it home without so much as a peep from Avery.  I had to take a picture of her.  I couldn't be mad at her.  Not this sweet face. 

After all, everyone poops!