Dirty Day

We started out our Sunday on our way to our nephew's 1st communion.  We were almost to the church and we're going to be early until our trusty Garmin, Glenda, lead us astray.  Yes, I've named our Garmin.  Our first warning was when she sent us down a gravel road, but not thinking much about it we continued.  She told us to turn down a road that the sign designated at a level B road.  We commented on how it was strange and how it had just rained, but continued on because Glenda told us to.  As gravel gave way to mud, we realized that we made an error in judgement.  Thinking we could make the mile long road, we continued, but not for long as we nearly got stuck.  I started praying and Jeff alternated between going forward and reversing.  Flinging mud EVERYWHERE, we finally decided that reverse was our best option.  We finally made it back to the gravel with mud chunks everywhere and mud caked to the tires.  We felt like Michael Scott on The Office when he followed his Garmin's directions into a pond.  Duh.  15 minutes later, we made it to church only a little late!

Then, a dirty day wouldn't be complete without a complete diaper blowout.  Noticing I had a stinky boy, I laid him down to change him.  Pulling back his shirt, my finger met something squishy.  Instantly grossed out, I peeled back his shirt to reveal poo clear up Andrew's back.  I decided my best course of action was to take off his shirt and undershirt.  His undershirt was so covered, I decided it wasn't worth saving and just pitched it.  After I got most of the poo cleaned up, it was into the tub for a sanitizing bath. Yucky!

On a side note, I decided that we'd try having Andrew sleep though the night last night.  Expecting the worst..hours of crying.  I was mentally prepared for a little crying.  I was pleasantly surprised.  He woke up a couple time, but quickly got himself back to sleep!  Yay Andrew!  Hopefully tonight will be more of the same!