Mother of the Year Award? Not so much.

First, I must start by saying how EXCITED I am. Brice had his best night's sleep last night and I am so proud of him! We put him to bed at 8pm and we didn't hear a peep out of him until 4:30am. After a quick bottle and a re-binkying, he was back to sleep. By 7am I woke up to check on him. His eyes were open and he was playing in his crib. I changed him, brought him into bed with us for a little snuggle and playtime and he fell back to sleep, again! He was still snoozing happily when I left for work at 8am. I'm thanking the flashlight gods for turning on that light at the end of the tunnel that everyone has been talking about.

So lets rewind to Saturday. Joel and I took Brice to the diner in Westport as has become our Saturday routine. Brice loves to have his morning bottle there while people watching and Joel and I can enjoy eggs and the newspaper. After breakfast, we decided to go to the Jeep dealership in Fairfield. My Saab is coming to the end of the lease and we need to figure out what our solution is going to be. Our favorite car salesman, Scott, shows us the Jeep Commander and we go out for a test drive. We take it on the highway, tool around on the back roads of Fairfield and eventually get lost. About an hour later, we return to the dealership. We decide this is the car for us (we've test driven about 900 other cars at this point) and they start to fill out the paperwork as Brice inhales another 9 ounces of formula.

All of a sudden, I hear it. Its Brice's tummy rumbling away and I know what's in store. Before I can do anything about it, I hear the massive poop explosion. I grab my diaper bag and excuse myself while I RUN to the bathroom. Too late. By the time I put Brice down on the changing table, I can see that the poop has already made its way through Brice's diaper, onesie and pants and is now all over my clean white sweater. I must also mention that these days, Brice's poop is a sort of hunter green color. Awesome. I get Brice undressed and cleaned up and put a new diaper on him. Now I'm rummaging around my diaper bag for the spare outfit that I always keep handy for occasions just like this. Not there. Nothing. I realize that I had taken the outfit out and never put it back. Brice is quickly becoming tired of being naked on the bathroom changing table and I need to work fast. What to do? Do I carry him back out in just a diaper? Do I put him in poopy clothes? Do I wrap him up in a paper towel toga and pretend its a fashion statement?

I jump into action. Feeling like MacGyver, I fill the sink with soapy water and do my best to wash the onesie and pants. Then, I turn on the hand blower and attempt to dry them off. Brice starts to cry. I give up and dress him in the damp outfit, clean off my sweater (read: roll up my sleeves to hide the poop stain) and walk back into the dealership showroom. I'm totally embarrassed because his diaper is already expanding due to the wet pants. I plop him back into his car seat and tell Joel that I'll explain later and that I'm going to go and wait in the car. In shame.

By the time we get home, Brice is sleeping soundly in the carseat despite the fact that he is sopping wet. The carseat is totally saturated with water now too. The whole scene ain't pretty. Yeah, I'm not holding my breath for that mother of the year award.

Brice has his four month well baby visit with Dr. Lialios this Thursday so I'll report back later with an update and some new pictures.