We went to a get together tonight of several families who have adopted or will be adopting soon from China. It's a group of several families from a local agency...not our agency, but a fun group of people none the less. We've met with them one other time.
Tonight we gathered and met four girls who were just recently adopted. We ate some food and hung out. Soon enough Emmie started making a funny face, and gave out a little cry...this has been an issue with her lately when she goes to the bathroom. Tom decided quickly, that yes, it was time to go change the diaper. Off they went to change. When they returned, Tom ranked the diaper as one of the top 5 worst. Eww!
About two minutes pass and I'm still smelling something. Em is happy and cheery, but still a bit quiet. I look down and see something running down her pant leg. Oh man! I pull off her pants and daddy scoops her up and off they go again. (I'm still not sure how I got out of this all??)
She was hootin' in the bathroom, singing happily, while Tom was sweating like a mad man. There was poop EVERYWHERE. She filled this diaper from top to bottom. Not only was it on her pants, it was on her socks and shirt, too. So Tom stripped her down to her diaper and the host of the party offered some clothes. I couldn't take any of her cute outfits so I just settle for a new set of socks.
Emmie walks out and loves the fact that she is now running around the party practically nude. She pokes at her belly and is loving that the crowd is watching her. Tom emerges with sweat dripping down his head. He's sure that he still smells like the poo that he washed off his arm. He ranks this last diaper as the all time worst.
We apologized profusely, but I'm still horrified that the two craziest diaper explosions happened at the house of a complete stranger. Augh! Here's a photo of the Emmie's "going home" outfit.
Note to self: PACK ANOTHER SET OF CLOTHES. Three months together and we are still proving ourselves as rookies.