The Disappearing Diaper Act

Last week at church, Bryn was workin' it. See for yourself.

(Don't mind the poor little nose. It had a run-in with some concrete when Addison accidentally ran into her with the stroller on our driveway. Ouch.)

Anyway, she was an adorable little girl in her new dress. In the middle of the meeting, Nate happened to glance down at her only to discover that her diaper was completely off and she was sitting on the pew commando! I laughed my head off as silently as possible while he fumbled around, quite flustered, trying to get it back on. The incident was soon forgotten as we dropped her off at nursery.

At the end of church I headed in to pick her up and was met by a relieved "There she is!" from her teachers. Never a good sign. Bryn had yet again lost her diaper. From what I was able to gather from the panicked teachers, she must have undone it most of the way and then later as she was walking around it fell off right onto the floor. And there she was beaming up at me with no diaper on, and I with no diaper bag. So I scooped her up and she and I circled the church at breakneck speed looking for Daddy, the man with the supplies. Of course, he was deliberately hiding from us, so we made the rounds at least three times through the chaotic post-church traffic, all the while praying that Brynny didn't need to go right then. Luckily we found him in time, plopped her right on the ground, and put all our minds to rest. Next time - bloomers.