Tonight Chris and I were enjoying ourselves in the evening worship services at church. We were merrily singing along with the harmonious songs. My mom was in the row behind us holding Hunter and Heath was enjoying some time in Daddy's lap.
Suddenly, Chris shot me a look that said, "Heath has a very dirty diaper and it needs to be changed, because I can't breath over here." (A look he has perfected in the last few months) He handed Heath to me (because of course, it never occurred to him that he could have changed the diaper), and I just set Heath in my lap, to see if I could stand it a little longer than he could, so we could make it without having to disrupt church too much.
Then, Chris looked down at his lap, and to his SHOCK! He was covered in POO! I started to laugh, then quickly realized that the culprit was currently sitting in my lap. Oh No! I looked down and I was covered in it, too. The sermon was just starting. I quickly grabbed the diaper bag and Heath, and jetted to the nursery, Chris closely on our heels.
Chris had to go home to change jeans and shirt, and he brought me a new shirt. I changed Heath, who managed to get Poo all over himself, his clothes, the changing pad, and the sheets in the crib where I changed him. He was so happy, laying naked after cleaning him up, he talked and smiled. I couldn't help but laugh. After cleaning it all up and changing sheets, Chris returned with fresh clothes on and fresh clothes for me.
We returned to our seats in church, just in time to stand for the invitation song. Sorry Coy, I really wanted to hear your sermon. Thankfully, Hunter behaved well with Mimi and Aunt Kay. I guess it's just another day in paradise. No one has put it better than
Amy Grigsby, "I feel like I have wrestled with a walrus when church is over, but I'm so glad we go."