Friday, February 24, 2012

Screaming and Blowouts

The holidays have passed, we're in a new year, Valentine's Day is over and we're back from vacation in sunny FL.

That pretty much sums up our life in the last few months.

We've had plenty of muddled moments that I was just too lazy busy to write about.

The muddled times just don't get to me (as much) anymore. I sort of embrace them. For instance, on the way home from FL, Oliver decided to scream for the last 30 minutes of the plane flight.

Two things:

  1. I was glad this didn't happen on the way to FL when I was flying solo with both boys.
  2. If this had been my first child, I would have been a wreck.
I was completely relaxed about the whole situation. There was nothing I could do about it. For those who have/had kids, I knew they would, hopefully, understand. For those who didn't have children, it was a good life lesson for them :-)

When you're a parent, muddles happen. As hard as you try to prevent them, as much as you try to prepare, muddles will occur - sometimes without warning.

Case in point.

Evan goes to Occupation Therapy on Fridays to help with his fine motor skills, among other things. Oliver and I usually wait in the lobby and play with the toys out there while Evan attends his session. And then the thing that I think we all have experience at one point or another happens: A BLOWOUT.

But wait; blowouts are only supposed to happen with infants. Right?

Au contraire, my friend. It can happen with 20 month old children as well.

I politely asked the secretary where I could change Oliver, and she directed me to one of the therapy rooms because it had a rug. Oh how I wished there wasn't a rug.

We made our way back, I laid Oliver on the carpet and opened up the diaper to see the damage. Unfortunately when I laid him down, it squished up the back and out the sides of the diaper; and ALL OVER the carpet; and his shirt; and his pants; and his socks.

On top of that, I had closed the therapy room, so after I had attempted to clean up what I could with the last 10 wipes I had and opened up the door, the smell wafted into the hallway.

With Oliver in a clean diaper (and nothing else), he toddled after me as I sought out a garbage bag to place the mess in. Then I told the secretary of my predicament, to which she grimaced and replied, "Oh, that's OK. We work with kids, so it's expected."

So after Evan's session was over, I put Oliver in his winter coat and rushed him to the car.

Embarrassing? Yes. But after 2 kids, this incident has taught me to ALWAYS bring a change of clothes with. It doesn't matter the age, it's always smart to bring an extra change of clothes.

With ever muddle that comes my way, I have decided to simply take a life lesson away from it. Whether it be practical or amusing. There is always something to learn.

3 comments:

  1. I once heard some great advice: keep a change of clothes in a smooshed down ziplock bag in the car to avoid naked trips home.

    I've yet to follow this advice, and because I still have 2 kids in diapers, I know I will probably live to eat these words. We did end up having to fashion an "outfit" out of a receiving blanket once, but at least it was over the summer. =)

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  2. I second Miranda's advice - I keep a shoebox in my trunk with extra diapers, wipes, a bib, a snack and an extra outfit for each kid.

    I applaud you for flying ALONE with both boys to Florida...I seriously can't even believe you did that! Seems to me you should have been able to leave Ryan and the boys on the flight home and grab a seat alone with a good book ;)

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  3. Thanks ladies :-) Yes, I need to learn from this. Yet, I still don't have a back-up in the car. Let's add this to the things to do today :-)

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