Lesson Learned

I have "the most-prepared-mom-box" in the back of my car. It has diapers, burp cloths, wipes, buggie covers, travel highchairs, even formula and water. I did forget one thing though...
a change of clothes. Halloween night, Owen had to come home topless (this is why God gave me boys) because there was only one onsie in the diaper bag. Brody was the chosen one who got to wear it home because it was a 3 month size. As you tell, I check and stock my diaper bag often. They did get to wear pants, only because my parents had put some in while they were here. Today we went to Jorge's for lunch. As we're walking in, I noticed Owen was quite ripe. I dumped all the stuff at the table and headed for the ladies room. WOW! It is up to his shoulder blades. So bad, that a little girl walked out of the stall and announced just how bad it was to anyone who might not be aware. Her grandmother came around the corner, and felt so bad she offered to help. Picture it, Owen naked with only his Aggie Converse Hightops on standing on the changing table laughing, of course, as I am about to die. While very cute, the outfit was a total loss. So I returned to the table with a once-again topless Owen. There I sat with my white trash baby wearing pants and a Dallas Cowboys bib during lunch.
When we got home, I did not do anything before I put two shirts in the diaper bag and two in "the-most-prepared-mom-box". Lesson learned.