So lately I’ve been noticing the differences in the way I did things with my second child than I did with my first. Everyone had to wash their hands before entering our house with my first and now I’m so excited to see people that I just don’t care. I did a lot of singing and reading to my first but with my second, I hate to admit it, it just doesn’t happen as often. It does happen, just not as often. I always had extra clothes in the diaper bag with my first and with my second I don’t think I’ve carried anything extra since he stopped spitting up. I always had 4 or 5 diapers in the diaper bag at once but now I at least make sure I have one. Well, tonight I could have reverted back to “this is my first child” way of thinking because things happened that hadn’t happened in awhile.

I decided to venture out to the mall and go shopping for some new clothes for the kids. Right as we got in the car Logan smelled unpleasant so I checked his diaper but he was okay. Warning number one. Bad gas is never a good sign. So, we drive to Orem to the mall and we get out and shop for about an hour and as we’re leaving the store to go play on the treehouse, I picked Logan up and noticed his pants were all wet. Oh well, he’ll be fine. But the moment he tried to go down the slide and he wouldn’t ‘slide’, I knew I was in trouble. I went in the bathroom and realized his pants and his onesie were both wet so I changed his diaper, with the only diaper that I brought, and let him continue playing in just his t-shirt, diaper and socks. Oh, what those other parents must have thought! (“I can’t believe some mom didn’t put pants on her baby! He’s going to get sick!”) Luckily, I don’t care about them. Then it was time to leave and I realized he couldn’t go outside without any pants on, so I took his pants in the bathroom and dried them under the hand dryer things. It worked like a charm. Put the pants on and off we went to dinner. Then, in the parking lot of the restaurant, Logan threw up a little all over his coat and shoes. Where did that come from? It wasn’t much and he had just gagged himself from coughing, but still. So I wiped him off and in we went. We had a nice dinner and then towards the end, I smell it. Oh man. Now we’re in trouble! NO more diapers and no more clothes. I looked at Jeff and said, “What do I do? I don’t have anymore diapers?” He had his pants and his shirt on, but his wet onesie was still in the diaper bag so we decided to change his diaper, put his onesie back on, stuff his shirt inside the onesie for his make-shift diaper, and put his pants back on. So, yep, that’s what I did! I’m sure the ladies in the restroom were looking at me like, what in the world is she doing?? He looked so cute tugging on his pants like, hey, this is weird, but he didn’t fuss too much and we made it home no problem and got a new, dry diaper on him. What a trooper. He did scare me though on the way home and said out of nowhere, Logan poopy! AAGGHH!! REALLY? And then he said, No, mommy poopy! So I knew we were just playing a game. Phew! This kid seriously needs a bath…