Talk about eating crow......

Mommy loves to dress me in silly outfits.

Elliott in her silly hat.

Mommy holding cousin Millie Wiegard.

Jean and Thea and Courtney and Elliott-loving the Bjourns.

Yes, yes yes, all we ever blog about are Elliott's bowel movements. But really, they seem to consume our lives these days.

I really have to be careful when I make fun of Spencer because karma has a funny way of smacking you back down to reality....

Yesterday evening was beautiful: Sunny and 80 degrees. Spencer came home from work at a decent hour and the poor neglected dogs were begging to be walked. Elliott really loves the Baby Bjourn so I strapped her snugly to my chest, we hooked all three dogs to their leashes and off we went. Incidentally I had to deliver a letter to the owner of a very nice restaurant down the street (Tony Pope's Bistro-which is fabulous if you haven't eaten there!) so we decided to kill two birds with one stone. I had Elliott happily on my chest and McKinley on leash with the important letter in the other hand. Spencer had a very excited Monti and Milla. (Our little 3-legged dog is the WORST on the leash. It is hard for him to walk at a nice pace so he tends to run as fast as he can to keep up.)

Right off the bat we exit our home to find a nice neighbor walking her very well-behaved Labrador. You would have thought our dogs had never seen another canine in their lives. Monti and Milla started howling, screaming, pulling, basically creating the noisiest scene ever. The lady didn't even look up but very quickly crossed the street to avoid our obviously rabid dogs. We finally get the dogs calmed down enough to start our walk. The poor Wiegard dogs have been badly neglected since Elliott's arrival and I hate to admit that we have been really bad about taking them out for long walks. So when they do finally get their leashes on, they try to run and sniff every smell they can. They basically take us for walks.

The next part of the walk was really uneventful. Elliott was all smiles in the Bjourn and the dogs were getting their exercise. We rounded the corner and Tony Pope's Bistro was in sight! (Keep in mind that I am still in my nice clothes that I had worn to work and in flip-flops.) Then I hear that all familiar rumble from my darling child and she pooped. Great, I thought, at least she'll feel better and I'll just change her when we get back. So we keep walking up to the restaurant when I feel something plop onto my naked foot. Yes, Elliott's BM had escaped her diaper and made it's way onto my shirt, down my pants and onto my sandals and bare feet. Mortified I realize that we are blocks from home, in the middle of public and I have Elliott's poop ALL OVER ME. Suddenly the front door to Tony Pope's opens and out walks Tony. I have the letter I need to give him in my hand (luckily the letter was spared my fate). Knowing this is my opportunity to hand deliver it, (I'm sure that my face is blood-red from embarrassment) I speak to Tony with my back turned away so hopefully he doesn't see that I am head-to-toe in feces. "Here Mr. Pope, is your letter," I say. "Sorry I can't stay to chat but we have to get back to the house!" Tony smiled and took the letter and quickly walked away.

"Oh my God, do you think he noticed?" I asked Spencer, my cheeks burning. Meanwhile, the dogs are still freaking out about being outside. There was nothing I could do except walk home 4 blocks with poop in my shoes and soaking through my clothes. Spencer never said a word but I know he was thinking...hahahaha, you deserve it after laughing so hard at me the other day. We finally made it home and I peeled Elliott out of the Bjourn. Miraculously the Bjourn was unscathed! I stripped Elliott down, wiped her off and placed her in the crib on a disposable pad while I started her bath. By the time I came back to the nursery she had pooped again, all over herself and the pad.

All we can do is laugh at these wonderful moments and know that one of these days we'll get our revenge when we tell these tales at her rehearsal dinner.