A couple days recently Claire and I have gone Christmas shopping after work before Donna came home. Donna knows I’m picking up a couple things for her, and Claire is easy to buy for while she’s there. Yesterday Claire and I had plans and Donna called before 4pm and said she was on her way home. She was surprising us by coming home early so we had more time to spend together. I shrugged and drove home. I figured I’d go today to pick up the items I needed. So Claire and I drove into Tempe to the store, but she’s also been on super duper laxatives lately.

At the beginning of our journey in the store she was flipping out because she likes to push the cart. Today was the same for awhile, and then suddenly she got very quiet and began shaking her hands like she does when she poops. I checked her diaper and there was definitely poop. I walked her back to the bathroom. When I changed her, we did it standing up. First mistake. Newton was right, gravity sucks. I took off her diaper and stuff dripped down her legs and onto her pants. Ugh.

It took twice as long to clean her up, and then I forced her to sit in the cart and play quietly wrapped only in her diaper, shirt, and big biker boots! How comical all of this, and it’s times like this I am glad we’re in the desert where it doesn’t get too cold in November.