One of the highlights (or rather, low lights) of our week in Florida was the stomach bug Luke endured for the first few days, when he had a series of remarkable blowouts. And I mean, the oozing out the sides of the diaper and ruining the clothing kind of blowouts; the type he hasn't had since he was a baby-baby.
There were two that stick in my mind.
One involved him soiling every article of clothing he was wearing, plus Keith's pants, while we were sitting in Dallas airport en route to Miami. I am still laughing at the image of Keith carrying Luke out of the men's bathroom into the crowded terminal, wearing just a diaper. We did find (and unfortunately had to buy) a Dallas Cowboys jumper for Luke to wear for the remainder of the trip.
Number Two (forgive the pun:-) happened in a lovely beachfront restaurant with my parents. Since I somehow forgot to bring spare diapers (that NEVER happens... to ANY mom!), I had to go MacGyver style, rigging up a homemade diaper fashioned from a was of paper towels, a cloth dinner napkin and a plastic bag:
The poor guy fell asleep on the way home from the restaurant, so had to finish his nap in the homemade diaper contraption.
The photo is courtesy of his Grampa, who thought it was hysterical and (we now know) snuck into the bedroom to take this picture.
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