The importance of a well-stocked diaper bag.

Friday night we brought Bryan's brother, Bruce, home by train for their mom's birthday.
So today we returned him to the track for his journey home.
Since the train was around 40 minutes late on Friday, we expected the same today
so Bruce called to clarify so we wouldn't be sitting at the train station for another 40 minutes.
The train was running 48 minutes late so we all slept in and left accordingly.
Turned out that once we got there the train was running an additional 50 minutes behind.
So we sat.
And waited.
Which was fine cause we got to hang out with Bruce for a little bit longer
before he was gone for another month.

Well, Amelia started farting but the poor thing had been constipated for days.
So as Bryan is holding her, and she's farting, she starts to poo.
Bryan let's me know this and that she's on the verge of a blow out.
The diaper bag was out in the car because, going in to the station,
we thought we'd be there for only a few minutes.
I went out to get it and when I returned Bryan informed me that she had had destroyed her diaper.
So, Bryan goes to stand and out comes a lot of baby pee ... and onto Bryan's pants.
Not just onto his pants but on the crotch of his pants.
Oh yes.
So, Bryan lays her down and undresses her to change her diaper.
Not only is she wet but she has liquid baby poo all over.
Her diaper is filled.
Her onsie- white- is soiled.
And the inside of her duckie outfit is covered in a nice mustard-colored layer.
To make matters worse, we only had two wipes left,
and I had forgotten to put a replacement outfit in the diaper bag.
::sigh::

Yes. This was our day. And yet, it was still a good day.