The Poop Walk

This is the story of how Drake and I both ended up covered in poop. In a college town. Two hours away from home. This is the story of the poop walk.

Friday was a beautiful day for Drake, my mom and I to take a road trip 2 hours down the road to visit my sister at college. We stopped to checked out Meggie's dorm room and decided since it was so gorgeous out to take the 15 minute walk downtown for lunch. We ended up at a great burger joint.

The burger joint ended up being  more like a bar than a  restaurant and had super dim lighting(important to keep in mind for later in the story). Our food just arrived and all of us were digging in when Drake started making the poop grunt noises. All you moms out there know exactly the sound I'm talking about. So Drake does his business and I decide since our next stop was the bookstore I would wait and change him there as the bathrooms at this place left much to be desired. As we were finishing up our lunch Drake stated fussing so I picked him up out of stroller and held him. I then passed him off to my sister.  I started packing up to leave notice a  strange spot on my jeans. After further investigating the spot in the poor lighting I realize it is poop. Meg gives Drake a once over and notices a bit of poop on the outside of his pants. It appears as Drake had a a minor blowout so we pay our bill and make our getaway.

As we emerge from the dark dungeon into the bright sunlight I see that the damage is far worse than what I assessed inside. Drake has somehow manged to poop all the way down his leg and it is all over his sock and the outside of his pants. I take his socks off, wipe off his pants as best I can and assess myself. I have poop on both legs of my jeans(my new ones) and on my shirt. The poop was smashed into my jeans and smeared on my shirt, so no amount of baby wipes were going to make a dent in it. My sister also has a bit of  poop on her shirt and jeans.

This is where having a good sense of humor comes in real handy, because really if I did not laugh I would cry. So we all laughed and laughed and laughed. We decided while we were at it we might as well document the situation.

The wet spot you see is where I wiped all the poop off Drake. My question....how does it get out of the pants through the leg and that far up?!?!

You can't see because of the lighting, but where the red marks circles are indicate poop in that whole area!! Isn't Drake going to love that I documented this when he get older?!?!?

And so then the poop walk begins. We start walking and get no further than 10 steps and run into one of Meg's friends. She laughs at our pooped covered clothing and joins in the poop walk across campus. A campus that is large. A campus that loves to drink. A campus that is hip. A campus that up until today may never have experienced a poop walk. I think we may have started something!

P.S.
Please know that everything ended well. Our poop walk ended back at Meggie's dorm where we showered Drake off and put clean clothes on him. Thankfully Meg and I are about the same size so I was able to borrow some clothes for the trip home.(Note to self: start bringing  extra clothing for you next time you head out of town anywhere with baby.)

And one more thing...
My lack of proper laundering skills was exhibited again on Friday when I washed and soaked all of our clothes in hot water. Turns out that caused my jeans to bleed and turned the  white things blue. Drake now has a blue onesie and I now have a blue tank. Pretty awesome, huh?