White Shirts Don't Mesh With Huggies

I've been meaning to post, mostly because of the excitement last Friday, but we spent the weekend at grandma's for conference and then The Frog has been needing extra attention lately- even now, I'm typing this one-handed with The Frog asleep in the other.  Poor little guy has been super gassy, which means I'm gonna have to go on an extreme diet so I can figure out what it is I ate that did it to him.  

Other excitements?  We dressed The Frog in pants for the first time!

So.  Friday. 

Jay and I used to have lunch together every day before the arrival of our little Frog, but we haven't been able to pull it off much since. However, last Friday we did manage to make it there with plenty of time to eat and for Jay to make it to teach class. Everything was going swimmingly, we finished our food and were pleasantly chatting while Jay got to lovingly hold The Frog. 

All of a sudden Jay mentions a strange warm feeling on his arm and I simultaneously spot a growing patch of nasty on his white shirt. Yes, my friends, The Frog managed to defy Huggies and get his poop to run down Jay's arm onto his shirt and even drip a little on his pants. Need I remind you that Jay was to be teaching class in T-minus 30 minutes? I frantically changed The Frog's diaper and tried to baby-wipe the shirt as best I could (why did it have to be white?) and we decided our only option was to drive home and have Jay change his clothes.  (It even soaked through to his underwear!)

Luckily he made it back just in time for class and I was able to get the stains out. 

Oh man, I'm still laughing.

Moral of the story? Go with Pampers.