It All Depends....

This isn't my proudest admission, but I learned on Sunday that forgetting the diaper bag isn't the end of the world.

Shortly after pedaling into Placerville on Sunday afternoon, I noticed the familiar odor of poopy pants coming from our little Grayson -- almost exactly the same time as I realized my oversight -- I had forgotten to pack the diaper bag into the bike trailer. Oops!

The little mercantile usually stocks a few packs of diapers, but as luck would have it, they were fresh out. To my good fortune, they did have wet wipes in stock...but zero diapers. My options were to clean him up, pack the boys into the bike trailer again, and head home right away (knowing this would not make the boys happy at all), or come up with plan B.

We went with Plan B: Adult man-sized Depend undergarment!

$2.00 got us this enormous diaper...plus a gigantic laugh session!

Grayson was oblivious to our giggle fits and to his enormous undergarment. It wrapped around him twice ~ but his ice cream treat was all he cared about.

Here's the result: a little bubble butt on our baby, and tender tummy muscles from a good hearty laugh for the rest of us.

So anyway...there went my chances for Mother of the Year, but now I know that I can improvise, should I ever neglect to grab the good ol' diaper bag again.