Just in case you were wondering.
So, today, in a snow storm we were out and about looking for a very specific something: Tart Cherry Juice to be exact. It was 100% necessary otherwise I wouldn't be going out in a snow storm.
Unfortunately, nowhere in our entire city seemed to carry it. So, we headed to a neighboring town and FINALLY found it. By then the children were sick to death of being in the car and begging for some freedom. And look-y there, a McDonald's with a play place. We *might* have spent two hours there, waiting out the storm.
About an hour into our little visit, I realized that Oliver was in cloth diaper, and had been for about three hours. This is severely pushing the capabilities of a cloth diaper. I didn't HAVE any other diapers with me. (I wasn't planning on being gone all freaking morning!)
I had Ez in the sling, so I just instructed Derek to check and see HOW wet he was. There was a Wal-mart right across the street. If he was soaked I would simply send Derek over to grab a small pack of disposables. NO BIG DEAL.
Well, Derek wasn't really sure the best way to discreetly see HOW wet a cloth diaper is. Truthfully, it is usually I who checks and instructs if a change is warranted. But I didn't feel like bending over. Ezra was dead asleep in the sling, and Derek was right there, ready to be helpful.
"Just stick a finger in the BACK of his diaper. If it's wet that means the whole diaper is soaked and he needs a change. If it's dry, then he can make it home," I command.
Derek, being the ever fantastic husband, did exactly as I instructed.
And quickly, a look of utter horror washed over his face.
"Oh, oops. Is he poopy? I forgot about that possibility!" I said nonchalantly.
And indeed, proof of the state of Oliver's diaper on Derek's fingers. Yes, plural. Like I said, Oops. Neither one of us had entertained a poopy possibility.
I had sent my poor husband on a suicide mission.
I am the best wife EVER! And Derek went and washed his hands and went off to the Walmart across the street. He bought a LARGE box of disposable diapers to store in the car.
I should have just done that in the first place. Or maybe actually BRING a diaper along with me.
Man, I am awesome.