My How Things Have Changed

This past weekend Bill, Ryan, and I traveled to Birmingham to go to my friend Chris' wedding. We weren't sure if we were going to make it because Ryan was running a fever all night Friday and all day Saturday. We both had an extremely long Saturday, I had two soccer games- one at 7:30 one at 10:30. Bill was at home trying to take care of a sick baby. To top it off we were planning on driving to the Ham around 3:30. Well we made the trip, got to the wedding 5 minutes before it started, and said hello to all of our long lost friends. It was not 10 minutes into the hour long catholic ceremony before I heard some peculiar noises coming from Ryan's diaper. Bill and I had already planned our escape route. We intentionally sat in the back row so my clicking heels would not echo as loudly throughout the massive cathedral. So I took off to the bathroom, changed Ryan, and headed back to my seat. My friend Charlie just turned to me and said- I freaking heard that. I said yeah you should have seen it.

Well, I spoke a little too soon. About 5 minutes later Ryan was munching on the wedding program when she suddenly looked up at me. I like to call this face the I'm sorry mom, I am about to poop all over you face- and that she did. The noises came full force and out came the poop from all areas of her diaper and outfit all over my dress. So I could have handled this situation two ways, I could have been really pissed off, or I could have laughed about it and taken the little pooper to the bathroom to get her all clean- I took option 2. At least I opted to buy the purple and black dress instead of the white and grey. Now that sucker would have stained.

All of my single and newly married friends were just looking at me like, ahh poor girl. Little do they know this has come a part of my daily life. Now don't get me wrong, I do not ENJOY being pooped on by my daughter- but in all honesty it doesn't bug me either. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that I cannot smell, but still it does not bother me. Just typing these words has made me realize that I have officially transitioned out of my post college phase into mommy phase. I was wondering what action or experience would smack me in the face and shift me into this mode, and I guess all it took was a little poo. I just felt like a mom- and I think Bill felt like a dad too. We were proudly toting Ryan around the reception, visiting with old friends, and talking all about her feeding schedule. This topic was not our choice, but it was all people could talk about- and you know, I enjoyed telling them. I was so into the show and tell about Ryan that I missed the lead out, the first dance, the cake cutting, the toasts, the bouquet & garter toss, and actually talking to the bride and groom. So basically I was at a party, with a lot of booze, non of which I consumed, talking about Ryan-ummmmm yeah I would say things have changed.

Since the reception turned out to be lamo for me I told Bill I just wanted to get home. So we decided to leave B'ham at 12:30 and head back to Auburn. On the way home I told Bill I really did not feel like I was at a wedding, and he said oh really I talked to the bride and groom three times at least, I even got a picture. Man, the things you miss when you're changing a diaper.