Typical "Mom" Story
I must say that being a Mommy is one of the greatest blessings I have ever received. Even when my little woman is crying and whining about wanting "more", I am still in awe that this precious little thing is mine. We have begun introducing the concept of potty training to Kylie recently. She sorta, kinda gets it. She is definitely not consistent with it, but I don't expect her to be right now. I just want her to get comfortable with the idea of using the potty. Having said that, let me tell you a little story of why I would LOVE to have her potty trained by age two. That way, things like this wouldn't happen.
This past Sunday night we went bowling with our church family after evening services. Toby was super excited because he loves obliterating me in any type of competition, and since I'm not too great at bowling, he was sure to have fun. Kylie had never been bowling, so she was bound to have a blast as well. While we were all bowling, Kylie was running from lane to lane cheering for everybody and letting Mommy chase her all over the place. We were all having a wonderful time. I ran to catch Kylie, grabbed her up, and realized that her bottom was completely wet. Diaper fail. So, I went into mommy mode. I told Toby what was going on, and let him know that I was taking Kyliebug to the car so that I could change her.
I got to the car and grabbed her diaper bag only to find that I hadn't properly repacked it. Oh, I had plenty of diapers and diaper wipes, but did I actually have dry clothes for my sweetie? That would be negative. Immediately the word, "crap" ran through my mind followed by a "what do I do now?" I began to contemplate my options. If I ran home, it would take over 30 minutes, and I'd miss out on a lot of bowling. "Maybe I could just dry her outfit under the hand dryer in the bathroom"...that random idea was quickly dismissed :) Then, suddenly a light bulb went off, "Target is just across the road! I can get Kylie a cute new outfit."
So, without hesitation, I buckled my wet child into her carseat and headed across the way to Target. As I was driving, I realized that I left my phone in the bowling alley and Toby had no idea that I'd even left the parking lot. I kept reassuring myself that it would be a quick trip and he'd never know I was gone. We pulled into the parking lot, and I reached for my wallet only to realize that it too was at the bowling alley. It was at this point that I also remembered Target closes at 9:00pm on Sunday nights. I turned the car back on only to find that it was 8:53pm. I began to get a little frantic at this point. I just wanted Kylie to have dry clothes, but nothing was going right.
Back to the bowling alley we went to get my wallet. Upon pulling into the parking lot, I see Toby's face pressed against the door looking for us outside. I guess we were gone longer than I thought. I grabbed Kylie up and we ran inside. I told Toby how absent-minded I was, and he ran to grab my wallet. Like a flash, we were back in the car headed to Target again. By the time we finally walked into Target, we had 3 minutes to spare. I'm literally sweating at this point running through Target with Kylie on my hip because I didn't want to contaminate a shopping cart with Kylie's wetness. I found a cute outfit that Kylie approved of, and we were checked out just in time. I started to head for the double doors when I thought, "You know, the Target family bathroom is sure to be more sanitary that the bowling alley bathroom. I oughta just change her there." So, that's what I did. I wish the story ended here, but alas. There is more.
I had never used one of those fold down baby changer thingy's that you often see in public bathrooms, so I was mildly excited to have this new experience. I wiped it down and then put Kylie on it. She was lying there looking all sweet, and I started to explain to her that this episode was a perfect example of why she should tell Mommy when she needs to go potty. I took her diaper off, cleaned her up, and reached for her new diaper. In the meantime, Kylie decided that she apparently needed to pee-pee some more. Did she tell Mommy? That would be a no. She peed as much as an elephant! It was everywhere and had gotten all over her because she was lying down. So, there I was in the Target family bathroom with a naked baby covered in pee. Target was well closed by this time, and I'm not even sure that they knew I was in there. I took Kylie off the changing table and made her stand naked in the middle of the bathroom while I soaked up the mess with paper towels. I again wiped the changing table down and placed Kyliebug back on it. Finally, I got her all cleaned up and put the new outfit on, which was adorably cute on her. In hindsight, it would've been shorter if I'd had just went home to get her more clothes.
Now, this had never really happened before. Maybe that's why I was so completely unprepared for it. But, man ... when Kylie pees her pants, I guess she does it big. Hopefully this will be a one time occurrence, but I will definitely be prepared if it does happen again.
Like I said at the beginning, I am completely blessed to have such a precious child call me "Mommy." I love my goofy little family. I wouldn't trade a story like this for anything. I like having typical "Mom" stories, and I hope that I have many more to tell as the years roll on.
This past Sunday night we went bowling with our church family after evening services. Toby was super excited because he loves obliterating me in any type of competition, and since I'm not too great at bowling, he was sure to have fun. Kylie had never been bowling, so she was bound to have a blast as well. While we were all bowling, Kylie was running from lane to lane cheering for everybody and letting Mommy chase her all over the place. We were all having a wonderful time. I ran to catch Kylie, grabbed her up, and realized that her bottom was completely wet. Diaper fail. So, I went into mommy mode. I told Toby what was going on, and let him know that I was taking Kyliebug to the car so that I could change her.
I got to the car and grabbed her diaper bag only to find that I hadn't properly repacked it. Oh, I had plenty of diapers and diaper wipes, but did I actually have dry clothes for my sweetie? That would be negative. Immediately the word, "crap" ran through my mind followed by a "what do I do now?" I began to contemplate my options. If I ran home, it would take over 30 minutes, and I'd miss out on a lot of bowling. "Maybe I could just dry her outfit under the hand dryer in the bathroom"...that random idea was quickly dismissed :) Then, suddenly a light bulb went off, "Target is just across the road! I can get Kylie a cute new outfit."
So, without hesitation, I buckled my wet child into her carseat and headed across the way to Target. As I was driving, I realized that I left my phone in the bowling alley and Toby had no idea that I'd even left the parking lot. I kept reassuring myself that it would be a quick trip and he'd never know I was gone. We pulled into the parking lot, and I reached for my wallet only to realize that it too was at the bowling alley. It was at this point that I also remembered Target closes at 9:00pm on Sunday nights. I turned the car back on only to find that it was 8:53pm. I began to get a little frantic at this point. I just wanted Kylie to have dry clothes, but nothing was going right.
Back to the bowling alley we went to get my wallet. Upon pulling into the parking lot, I see Toby's face pressed against the door looking for us outside. I guess we were gone longer than I thought. I grabbed Kylie up and we ran inside. I told Toby how absent-minded I was, and he ran to grab my wallet. Like a flash, we were back in the car headed to Target again. By the time we finally walked into Target, we had 3 minutes to spare. I'm literally sweating at this point running through Target with Kylie on my hip because I didn't want to contaminate a shopping cart with Kylie's wetness. I found a cute outfit that Kylie approved of, and we were checked out just in time. I started to head for the double doors when I thought, "You know, the Target family bathroom is sure to be more sanitary that the bowling alley bathroom. I oughta just change her there." So, that's what I did. I wish the story ended here, but alas. There is more.
I had never used one of those fold down baby changer thingy's that you often see in public bathrooms, so I was mildly excited to have this new experience. I wiped it down and then put Kylie on it. She was lying there looking all sweet, and I started to explain to her that this episode was a perfect example of why she should tell Mommy when she needs to go potty. I took her diaper off, cleaned her up, and reached for her new diaper. In the meantime, Kylie decided that she apparently needed to pee-pee some more. Did she tell Mommy? That would be a no. She peed as much as an elephant! It was everywhere and had gotten all over her because she was lying down. So, there I was in the Target family bathroom with a naked baby covered in pee. Target was well closed by this time, and I'm not even sure that they knew I was in there. I took Kylie off the changing table and made her stand naked in the middle of the bathroom while I soaked up the mess with paper towels. I again wiped the changing table down and placed Kyliebug back on it. Finally, I got her all cleaned up and put the new outfit on, which was adorably cute on her. In hindsight, it would've been shorter if I'd had just went home to get her more clothes.
Now, this had never really happened before. Maybe that's why I was so completely unprepared for it. But, man ... when Kylie pees her pants, I guess she does it big. Hopefully this will be a one time occurrence, but I will definitely be prepared if it does happen again.
Like I said at the beginning, I am completely blessed to have such a precious child call me "Mommy." I love my goofy little family. I wouldn't trade a story like this for anything. I like having typical "Mom" stories, and I hope that I have many more to tell as the years roll on.
Here's a perfect example of my goofy little family.
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