I hope my posting this doesn’t piss you off or anything but I notice that you seem to always (or mostly) put the onesie over the pants. I’ve never seen this method before & I’m a mother of many. Typically, the onesie goes under the pants. Anyhow, you are doing AMAZING and sweet thing can rock that onesie on the outside and backwards forever and she’ll still be adorable, but just in case you didn’t realize it… most of the time the onesie is covered by the pants. And if my suggesting this to you is annoying or moronic or something you’ve heard and ignore for your own personal reasons then I apologize. I’ve been reading in reverse and I’m so excited that I’m almost to September – this is a lot of blog to read! Hopefully I’ll be caught up in a few weeks.

Without discussing how I evidently feel about your world, I thought I’d share a “blow-out” moment with you.

My son Jack just was about two and a half, my husband and I, full of cabin fever, Chicago winter rage, and piss and vinegar, decided to take Jack, on a train, in a cab, and ultimately- in a stoller to Navy Pier and the Children’s museum. Granted, it was about 40 degrees (balmy for Chicago standards in early Mach) in the am….but 80 degrees by noon. It was insane. WAYYYY tooooooo many tourists, way too many smells, way too many sweat glands exposing their brunch menu, way too many close-talkers and sidlers.
Jack was loving it, and I was feelin’ guilty for drinkin’ the haterade all afternoon, so I just decided to stop being a killjoy. Suddenly, the clouds parted, birds were chirping, you get the drift…we had a ball that day.

Until we realized we left the diaper bag in the taxi.

I had two bottles and wipes in my gagage sized purse, so we never minded the bollocks.

As we are dodging Chicago Cubs Fans, we finally get to the train station with one way too small diaper I had miraculously found in the bottom of said purse.

DO NOT GAMBLE ON MURPHY’S LAW!!!

The platform could not even tolerate one more person. The fact that we are Sox fans just started to make me more nervous…like something was about to give. And it did.

We look down at Jack and he is itching at his butt with reckless abandon. We come in for a closer look.

The poor kid was dripping in feces. A pool of stool!!! Stool is not the right word as it insinuates something solid. The technicolor glow was immediately followed by an odor that could make the strongest man weep. It was definitely a 10, you know, like the scovil scale for pepper heat, this 10 is measured by an actual production of puke…not just a gag with chunks, but a real hurl.

We began to panic. Chris went into action like a true soldier, but immediately crumbled before the enemy. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and he was on that road. The poor bastard puked all over the stroller, narrowly missing our son, who did not have a care in the world. Meanwhile, people are beginning to stare, causing a general gaper’s delay in our process.

All I can fucking do is laugh. LAUGH MY ASS OFF…like a maniacal in patient. Now Chris is angry as hell with me because I am USELESS and he can’t stand the shame! Jack is smiling, and that just makes me think of a pig in shit and now I am howling, crying, and about to pee in my pants because Now it’s my turn to release some fluid…I mean, why not, when in Rome….

We have to put our son on my windbreaker (who wears those things anyway, right?) and buy a bottle, a big one of water, and heist about 50 feet of bathroom roller paper towels for the job. The stares we getting made me laugh even harder…it was gnarly.

Sure enough, on the platform, we got him cleaned up, smiling and rearing to go. We DID have to dump (no pun) our stroller, because…well, because we did not want it anymore…it looked like it was napalmed with shit!

He shit all the way home on the train.

The pain and agony of the captive audience was palpable.

We laughed so hard, my Mother’s bladder finally gave way like a levee….

A TRIFECTA!!! I knew we could do it!!!

Long short of it?

We made it home. But now, I will carry diapers for the whole family and invest in a larger purse so my husband and his weak stomach will have a place to put his disgust!!! I will never forget that day, because you need to be armed at all times with a sense of humor and appreciate the small…shit.

Take Care Matt….You are the real deal.

It will get better

I love all the great photos and am living vicariously through you and your travels. Spence and I would love to come out to visit you and Madeline. Hope to chat with you soon.

Love, Danielle (Pankake) and Spencer Johnson

I am a first time visitor to your site. I cried as I read about you and your sweet baby girl. I am sorry that you lost Liz, but believe that believe that Madeline is one lucky little girl.

I LOVE that you changed her on the floor of the Waldorf. I love that you both had the pleasure of an upgraded flight.

Madeline is beautiful. Your photography is fantastic. I’ll be back often.

Danielle

Hope you are having a great time in Banff! and @ Sol…way to go Creep of the week!!!

Keep chuggin’ away- you’re doing awesome!

As for me, I’m thinking it’s going to be at least a week before I can stop rhythmically chanting “littlebittiebabyshitties” in my head. Gee thanks, Davezwife.