It's gonna be alright...and embrace the camera

 You know the saying..

When life gives you vomit..

don't make anything out of it because

that would be gross..

That's not a saying?
Good, because it's kind of disgusting..

Yesterday the kids and I
spent the day with Court at the church..
I thought we were well prepared for the day..
And then..
Jackson's diaper exploded..
it was all good..
the day was young and we were filled with optimism and caffeine.

Things seemed to be going fine..
it looked like we were going to make it through the rest of the day.
And then...
Jackson's diaper exploded..
even though the optimism and caffeine were wearing off a bit..
it was still all good..
after I dosed myself in hand sanitizer..
(because the explosion was vile)
I rummaged an outfit from the bottom of the diaper bag..
Technically the outfit was suppose to fit him..
but technically was no match for the chub that is his thighs.
I squished him in the outfit..
The onesie became a leotard..
and the sweat pants, leggings..
Now Jack can wear skinny jeans with the best of the emo babies..
but the Olivia Newton-John look
not so much.
I put a bib on him..
half because I was going to feed him..
half because it covered up the ridiculous amount of skin the too small onesie was showing..
scandalous.
Fed him his bottle..
burped him..
put him in his high chair to play..

And then..
oh yes the famous and then
Jackson exploded..
well actually he gagged himself..
and well..
his tummy full of formula...
you can guess what that means...

The caffeine and optimism..
gone..
The only thing I had to dress him in..
was a size 4 t shirt..
I put it on him..
but I was at that point..
you know the point
were either..
I huff and puff
deem the day
a terrible no good rotten day..
or
I accept that the day
was a good day with a few hiccups..

I was well on my way to huffing and puffing
when I realized what shirt I put him in.

It's gonna be alright..
because it is..
so I stopped moping..
decided that it was a good day after all..

and then my wonderful husband..
took me to my favorite restaurant..
because he knew I was tired..
(and probably also because I was being nice and not evil)
Yes we took
accident prone baby with no more spare clothes..
out to eat..
in public.
We like living on the edge.

So here is my embracing the camera..
even though I am not really embracing..
as much giving the camera a
"Hey what is up" nod that you give a stranger you see at the grocery store..
but..
it's a start..
and it's gonna be alright..

side-note: The t shirt is from the [R]project a non-profit my brother and his wife started in memory of their son, Nathaniel.