I desire someday to, Lord willing, be the mother of a houseful of children. Therefore, I am always looking for opportunities to learn more about the care, responsibility and discipline of raising Godly men and women. Being the oldest of five children I get many hands-on experience with children that I know will greatly benefit me when I am a mother. (People wonder why I did not go away to college... and this is one reason!)
Yesterday Ben and I met our family at a park where they were having a picnic with some people from their church. After we ate the discussion turned to a serious conversation. It was important for my parents to listen to what the people were saying, so when Samuel walked into the gazebo looking distraught I knew I could help them by tending to his needs.
I motioned to Sam and whispered, "What do you need, sweetie?"
He earnestly replied, "I went gross in my pants."
We are in the midst of potty training him so sometimes when he says this he means he NEEDS to go and other times it really means he HAS gone already. So I checked his pants and found that, indeed, he had ALREADY gone "gross" in his pants. It was not solid, but diarrhea. (We have been eating a lot of grapes and cherries, so what can I say? :-P Sorry to be so descriptive!)
I was presented with three problems: First, he was in a training diaper and so his legs would be covered if I tried to pull the pants down, cleaning him up from there. Second, did we have a diaper bag with us? Third, there was only a portable restroom available to me.
The diaper bag WAS in the car, the first success! I laid Samuel out on the grass and pulled his pants down. Now, how to get the diaper off without making a ROYAL mess of him (and me, for that matter!) Wait, these training diapers are supposed to tear away for JUST these occassions, aren't they? I grabbed the side of the diaper and pulled. It would not tear. I tried closer to the front. I tried further back. No luck.
If only I had some scissors then I could just cut them away! I do have fingernail clippers, though... so I told Samuel to stay put and I ran to the car for my purse. I got them and went back to Sam, who was waiting patiently for me. He is such a good boy! I started clipping away at the sides of the diaper so that it would pull down like a regular one.
I dug in the diaper bags for the wipes, hoping that there WERE some in there. There were, but they were dry to the bone. Telling Sam to stay put I rushed to the picnic table to get my water bottle. I cleaned him up and fitted him with a new diaper.
The job was complete.