Tax Day Fun (Or, er, FAIL)

Don't let this picture fool you. This was a bad day! Or, rather, a day that is forever a #fail. My friend Heather and I planned to take Emily and her two little boys around to a bunch of different fast food places on Tax Day because they do really good deals for fun. This is what happened.

1. My internet decided not to work so I couldn't get the coupons.
2. Her printer wasn't working so she couldn't print her coupons.
3. Emily screamed the whole way there and most of the way back. She was sitting in between Heather's poor kids. Emily really does need her naps!
4. We got lost and went about 45 minutes in the wrong direction.
5. We gave up and drove back, just in time for Emily to finally fall asleep.
6. By the time I got Emily home, I was sweating and stressed to the max.
7. Emily still refused a nap.
8. Emily had a major blowout and when Michael picked her up it got all over him. I laughed so hard because, what else can you do? I took a picture, but I will spare you.
9. She fussed all during a church activity I went to that night.
10. She finally fell asleep on the drive home.

It was a loooong day!! Having Emily is the best thing that has ever happened to Michael and me but some days just turn out to be majorly stressful!

A Poopsplosion To Remember

Let me just begin this post by saying that I do love my church. I'm always glad to be there and I love the feeling of peace and spirituality it brings to my life. However, going to church has been a struggle for us lately. Between having a baby, Michael working every other Saturday night, and it starting at 8:30 am, we have seriously been slacking in going.

Going to church with a baby is harder than I expected. It's three hours long, which isn't a bad thing normally, but with nap schedules and a girl that can't sit still, it's hard to get more than about 30 minutes of church in, even if we are there the whole time.

On Sunday we finally got ourselves to church. We sat down and then about 30 minutes into the first hour, Emily started getting fussy because she was hungry and it was her nap time. So, I carry her out with the diaper bag and head to the mothers lounge, where I see a couple of my friends (Rachel and Meagan) with their little ones too. No biggie, there are speakers in there so we can hear the meeting. While I am sitting there, feeding Emily (with my little hooter hider for modesty), she poops. And then she keeps going, and going, and going a little more. I groaned because, well, I will need to change her. Then....I feel it on my leg. I look down, and sure enough her blowout went out the back of her diaper and through her tights, dress, my skirt, and even my underwear.

I sit her up, accidentally exposing myself in the process, hurry and cover myself up, and Rachel grabs Emily for me. I put myself together, and Rachel helps me peel off Emily's dress, tights, and diaper. Then another momma and her baby come in the cramped mothers lounge. I had forgotten a change of clothes for Emily so luckily Meagan let me borrow one of her baby girls sleepers. Once I got Emily cleaned up and changed, I assess myself. Poop. All. Over. Me. I try and take wipes and wipe it off but it was no use. I had Rachel go into the meeting (she was sitting with her family one row behind Michael) and tell Michael to come out for me.

We went home, threw everything in the washer, I took a shower, and gave Emily a bath. Then we proceeded to luck out and all take a nice, THREE HOUR long Sunday afternoon nap.

Well, at least we tried.