You take the kids out to a quick lunch after shoe shopping because you realized when packing for your trip tomorrow that neither of your daughters has cold-appropriate shoes to take and as you pull out of the driveway you realize that as part of your packing procedure, you unpacked the diaper bag and may not have baby diapers (but it’s cool, you’ve got giant two-year-old diapers if necessary) but still utter the words “I have a feeling this is going to be a disaster” then while you chomp on your salad you hear your sleeping newborn cough and peek in the buggy to see vomit everywhere and when you begin to clean him up you see the yellow seeping to edges of his diaper and begin frantically searching for a plastic bag (since you left your wet bag at home) and urge your other children to “eat faster!” which is when you notice the vomit dripping through the bottom of the car seat into the basket of the buggy (and the only plastic bag you have) but then your darling cherub gives you the biggest, sweetest smile and you relax a little, head into the bathroom and get him cleaned up only to realize while you do indeed have the baby diapers, you do not have a change of clothes so end up leaving the restaurant with your two-month-old wearing the 2T pajama top you just bought for his big brother because it was the only dry clothing you had that was not already on a body but it’s cool, you can hold your head high because the kids are happy, you have a full cup of coffee and baby is merrily chomping on the gloriously long sleeves he’s discovered over his hands (and then you think about flame-retardants why you always pre-wash clothes…)
