the diaper story

saturday when my family was down, we decided to go shopping. actually, it was just me, mama, adam, elise and ian. we hit michael's first with me getting some yarn & thank you cards while mama got some bargains and bought them out of magnetic notepads. adam and elise watched scooby doo in the car while ian slept. after a successful trip there, we went to ross and did some more shopping. (adam was having a blast at this point...) we left there to go to the grocery store. after getting a few odds and ends there we headed to the ice cream place as a special treat for those of us who had slaved over a hard day's shopping. on the way, ian needed to make an emergency potty break (and being a boy) we pulled over on the side of the road. not even 5 minutes back in the car ian begins saying, "tummy hurt, tummy hurt". upon questioning him, i realized he needed to poopy. since (fortunately) he had a pullup on and we weren't close enough to a bathroom, i told him it was okay to go in his pullup. pretty soon it became obvious that he had been obedient and so we pulled into a shopping center and began the changing process. (just as a sidenote, the ice cream place was supposed to be in this shopping center, but must have closed down, so we didn't even get any!) so i got ian out, only to find out it was a BAD poopy and had gotten on his clothes and carseat. not only that but the wind had picked up and was whipping around us like crazy. i laid him in the floor to change him, and closed the van door as best i could, but he was still being blown to death and was freezing. so i had mama stand behind me and hold her coat out to try and block even more wind. between the wind, the cold and the bad poopy it seemed to take forever. but finally we got everything taken care of and tried to get loaded back in the car. i then realized we had to do something with the poopy diaper, and daggone if i was going to put that raunchy thing back in the car. so i decided to drive through the parking lot looking for a trashcan, holding the diaper out the open window. as i got in, i quickly realized if i just rolled the bag up in the window i would be free of the smell and be able to keep warm. after the shopping and several minor hassles, the poopy had just been the last straw and it allowed us to relieve our stress by cracking up at our ridiculous selves.