Chaia met up with one of her good nurse friends, Jackie at Subway in the CLE today. They let Shaina and I join in as well.
She sat in her stroller and was just an absolutely pleasant baby.
Then the poop. It wasn't as pronounced as her infamous, patented Chin-Tuck-Eyes-Crossed-Turn-Purple-and-Grunt bowel movement.
But it was the I'm-Sitting-In-My-Stroller-And-I-Bet-I-Can-Shoot-This-Out-Of-My-Diaper bowel movement. On her outfit. On her coat. On her stroller. Yes.
Shaina and Jackie take her to the bathroom to tagteam her wash and wax.
Jackie came back out with a cleaned up, newly outfitted Chaia in her arms while Shaina remained in the restroom.
Next thing we know, Chaia hurls.
On the floor...on Jackie...on Chaia's new outfit. Yes. I go to get Shaina and the diaper bag she had with her. When I return seconds later, she had done it again...A massive milk puddle in the middle of Subway.
Some guy who was on his lunch break and was eating next to Armageddon said it was no worries. He had grandkids and that stuff happened..."though not usually that much."
We still made our check up at the Clinic and I think Jackie and Chaia are still friends.
The whole scene made me think of this...Hope you laugh as hard as I did.