You'll understand the title of this post a little later on...
Today Charlotte's cousin Gabriel was Baptized.(We are still trying to schedule Charlotte's Baptism - apparently there are a lot of little ones that go to our new church and there is a back log for Baptisms :)) The whole family was at the church - both sets of grandparents, greatgrandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Charlotte was asleep in her car seat for the first half of the service, then after a round of applause for an exceptional solo, she began to stir. She wasn't crying, just fidgeting and grunting a bit. So to avoid having to exit with a crying and screaming baby, I chose to exit with a squirmy but quiet baby. We walked the halls and peeked into the newborn and toddler nurseries where she'll probably be when we actually get our act together and go to church on a more regular basis.
After the service we hung around the sanctuary to snap a few pictures of the family. I was holding Charlotte so she was facing out, and after a few pictures were taken I felt a bit of rumbling down in the diaper area. Nothing unusual mind you. I began walking up the aisle to exit when Steve and my Mom were like "Woah!" and stopped me in my tracks. Turns out this rumbling in the diaper area had become a "poopsplosion" as we have termed it in our family. All down the front of my dress (which luckily was black NOT white), all over my hands and all over Charlotte of course! We did a bit of damage control in the sanctuary and then headed to the restroom. This was Charlotte's first experience with the "Koala Bear Care" public restroom diaper changing station. So I stripped her down and used all of the wipes I had in the diaper bag. During this process she was just smiling away, quite pleased with the situation. We got ourselves cleaned up and walked out of the bathroom rocking the shirt and diaper look since our cute green seersucker pants were out of commission.
We headed home to change clothes before going to lunch at the grandparent's house. Here is where the Spray 'n' Wash comes in. I immediately sprayed down basically my whole dress, threw it in the wash and hoped for the best. Considering this dress is one of the few nice things that fits my post-baby frame, I crossed my fingers. After we arrived back home from lunch, I nervously asked Steve to check the wash. Success - no evidence of the poopsplosion!
It was an interesting day, but i'm almost shocked that this is the first of such an incident. Probably not the last though!