Q poo'd on Santa.

Santa is a very nice man. He only gave me a very strange & confused look - but didn't say a word - when my husband unknowingly handed him our poo-covered son. I saw it. Santa saw it. Mike didn't see it, & my objections were not loud enough... before it was too late. I certainly hope Santa went & changed his gloves immediately after holding my sweet + dirty son. At least we got a few great photos, but the back story makes them even more priceless.

(And of course - the backup outfit that I always keep with me was back at Tara's house, not in my bag. Figures.)

We - with tears streaming down our faces from laughing so hard - went immediately to Nordstrom & bought Quinn some new jammies to replace the onesie that was covered in poo from waist to neck. A perfectly timed blowout! Just before his first Santa experience! It's obvious how he feels about the man, & it's clearly unlikely that we'll ever be able to convince him of his legitimacy (something I kind of take issue with, anyway - but that's for another post). 

Tara acted as 1st Assistant in the Nordstrom mother's lounge, & once again I found myself learning from my older sister. Four hands were absolutely required. We used every single wipe from my bag + several paper towels, & then wiped him down again with more wet paper towels.  Tara tried to rinse his shirt in the toilet (using the flushing technique) & didn't have any luck, & suggested that I just throw away his (brand new!) cute Polarn O. Pyret white (!!) polo shirt. I said no way, so into a plastic bag it went.  A woman in the bathroom was very concerned that we had gotten so much mustard! on Quinn's shirt. 

This morning, after much love + Oxy Clean - it's good as new. A personal victory for me, really. I'm pleased as punch with myself. 

Q was too, really. Pleased with himself, that is. I posted a photo of him on Instagram immediately after the clean up, on the changing table at Nordstrom. He was quite happy. All smiles. An excuse to go shopping! New jammies! Like mother, like son.

Final note: Being a mother is awesome.