Bird in Hand, I wish

Bird in hand is worth two in the bush, you have heard that saying.  But poop in hand, now that is worth a good story...

As a new mom I have found that very little grosses me out anymore; keeping that in mind continue reading.

I was enjoying a nice lunch with my husband, sister and her husband in Texas.  I know what you are thinking poop and lunch should never be stated in the same story!  But... there I was I only call it like I see it.  I had finished my sandwich and took Brooklyn Baby from Josiah so he could finish his.  So I have Brooklyn facing out (she social, likes to be in on all the action) cradled in my arms, then I don’t know for what reason I happened to look down and investigate my hand.  And right on the end of my thumb was a dollop of poo (yes I called it a dollop: a lump or blob of "some" substance).  It was the color of Grey Poupon mustard, or as I like to call it now poopon (yes I am sure you saw that coming).  And no I didn’t taste it even if there was a chance it could have been mustard since I was eating a sandwich!  I am no dummy (at least not this time).

I proceeded to show Josiah, because that’s what I do now when anything weird or out of the ordinary happens to me.  He didn’t find it very interesting and wondered why I didn’t immediately clean it off.  After cleaning off my thumb, I continued with my all too familiar routine.  I grabbed the baby by her legs, butt in air, and ran at Josiah trying to wipe it on him!!!  Just kidding (action that happens in my head sometimes, but never has actually happened)  I grabbed the leg that had the leaking poo on it in one hand away from me and started to lay her down for the clean up process.  My sister (wise mother of three) tapped me on the shoulder and said “ummm Ang, I don’t think you should do that here in the restaurant”.  Right, good point! 

So, with baby’s poopie leg pointing the way, we left the eating establishment.  We found a park bench, a different outfit, and then half a box of wipes later, walla, good as new!