Ian's Poo Day

Today we went to the Honda dealer to buy a new car (08 Honda Odyssey - love it!!)

While we were waiting for the financing numbers, I took Ian into the women's restroom because I smelled poo and knew he was needing a change.

They had a Koala Kare on the wall, and I pulled it down. There was a strap for strapping him in, however the strap was bolted down on both ends (???) There was no way I could strap him on there, so I was trying to hold him.

For some reason, and this was VERY out of character for him, as those of you who know him know, he started screaming bloody murder while he was on the KK. I don't know if it was just uncomfortable with the strap underneath him, or what. He was arching his back and screaming and trying to flip over. He DID flip over, several times, smearing poo all over the KK and me.

The poo had squirted up the back of his outfit, so I had to change him totally. It was ALL OVER!! I looked in the diaper bag to get out the wipes and ... there were no wipes. The day care lady had apparently used them all and didn't mention it to me. My bad for not checking the bag before I left the house! (Lesson learned!)

Luckily, I had a couple of disposable washcloths with built-in body wash, and so I was standing over the sink, holding a screaming naked baby, washing poo off of his backside. A girl walked in, and I apologized for the smell, and she said "Oh no problem!" She went in and used the facilities, Ian screaming the whole time, and then she came out, washed her hands, and left. Uh, thanks for the assist, lady. May karma bite you on the butt someday.

I finally (barely) got a diaper onto Ian, but he was freaking out after she flushed (the noise made him scream harder) so I just took him out into the dealership to get him dressed. As soon as we were out of the bathroom, he calmed right down. I have no idea what the deal was, but I was soaked with sweat, covered in poo all over my arms, and quite annoyed that there wasn't a strap available on the dang Koala Kare!

I wound up throwing away his outfit, the rag I'd had in the diaper bag, all of the hand towels I used in the bathroom, all of it. I took the trash bag out of the bathroom with me and gave it to the receptionist to throw away. Turns out, it was the same lady who'd not helped me in the bathroom. Haha, go throw away my kid's poop!

But then I had to hand Ian over to Daddy and go wash my own hands/arms, and scrub the KK because I couldn't bear to leave it all poop smeared like it was.

I dunno what was up with that kid today. Note to all possible caregivers for Ian: he does not liketh the Koala Kare!