out & about & poop story

Lots went on this weekend. It was a weekend of Andy waking me up to say it was time to go somewhere...and the majority of the times I was just settling into a beautiful deep sleep. oh yes. So, Sat. morning we were off to Cloverdale. Andy to a fly fishing expo and me and Sarah to Langley to see some shops - specifically 10,000 Villages. We also found a great health food store and a crammed-to-the-top Home Hardware. We nursed twice in two different parks. The park in Cloverdale has a great outdoor stage I want to tell my dad and bro about...great venue for summer concerts. I love hearing live music outside! So much room to move around and dance too. Andy found and purchased a fly rod at the show...good deal he got.
Sun. we went to a different church than normal and then drove out to Hicks Lake and walked around the Beaver Pond. On the way to Hicks, we stopped at a fishing shop where AA bought a line and reel to complete his fly fishing set-up. I was so tired; I was curled up in the front seat - my head in between the seats. I really wanted to get out somewhere else though. This is way I forewent my Sun. afternoon nap. It takes quite a while to get to Hicks I thought. We did the little walk and got back to Abby...Sarah crying as we approached the city. Touched down into bed for almost 1/2 hr. and then off to the House of James (my dad's bookstore) annual party, we were invited to. I quit working there last March. I prayed that I'd have enough energy to enjoy the time and I did...thank you Lord.
One interesting (!) think that happened was that Sarah pooped our pants. Yes. I was holding her and heard the first rumbling. She had a disposable diaper on, which I find often leak when poop is involved. So, I positioned her so her bum didn't have any pressure on it, seeking to minimize any leakage which usually occurs out one of the legs. I was holding her backs of her knees as I sat and her head was on my upper legs. Then some more rumbling happened as we listened to someone share a story about working at the store. Then the story was over so I start moving Sarah to pick her up and put a new diaper on and I feel and see green liquid on my hand and my jeans. Then, I feel more moistness under my legs and look and see a mug-sized puddle of excrement on the chair. I've just run my leg through it. I whisper and motion to Andy, who is sitting in front of me, to come here. He passes me rags and cleans the chair and as I go to clean Sarah. Wow. I thought I should really have a simple change of clothes, for myself, in this diaper bag as well. This reminds me of other poop adventures. I hope I haven't told these stories before. If so, enjoy the new wordings. :)
Early on, I was really zealous to keep Sarah's diaper clean. I read that poopy diapers should be changed immediately to minimize the chance of diaper rash. So, when I would here Sarah poop I would transport her to the diaper table immediately. I soon learned that a bowel movement comes out in a few 'splurches'. We used to have our diaper changing set-up on a desk, so I would kneel to change Sarah. One time I was changing her, when mid-change she fires out this stream of feces that lands on my chest. Andy was home and I yelled and told him to come. It was actually quite handy it landed on me (and none of it on the floor) because I really do not like scrubbing carpet. A week earlier this had happened but I was standing and it got my housecoat and the floor. I didn't think it could happen twice. Now, we wait a full 5 min. from the first rumbling to ensure there will be no surprises.