Remember back when Baby was a precious infant who outgrew her clothes every eight weeks and crapped through them on a daily basis? Back then, I was diligent with replenishing my daughter's diaper bag. At least 10 diapers at all times, a backup pack of wipes, an impressive array of soaps and creams. And, of course, multiple, season-appropriate, size-appropriate, matching outfits – with socks.
Now that Sofia is pushing 20 months and has her shit – quite literally – a little more together, let's just say I'm winning on the days I remember to check if there are even diapers in the diaper bag, let alone spare pants. Which is how Sofia ended up in the dollar store, mid shop, with an epic blowout and nothing to wear except her dirty tights from Thanksgiving.
I also used the poopy diaper to wipe her cereal bar mess off her face because that's just who I am now. Stay classy, MOTYS!