Lake Dillon Disaster

Last week, Dane and I took Lenna on her very first road trip. We drove 13 hours to Colorado Springs to visit Dane's sister Katie and her family. Dane and I were both very impressed with how well Lenna travels. She basically slept the entire time! 

Last Thursday, we all took a minor road trip to Lake Dillon for a small hike on our way to Breckenridge for the day. The view was amazing! There was a bald eagle flying overhead, but I wasn't able to capture it. It just felt like 'MERICA!'

Before heading off to Breckenridge, we stopped at Pug Ryan's Tiki Bar on the lake for lunch and drinks. The food was great, the drinks were ...well, a little strong...and the view was unbeatable! But then Lenna crapped all over herself and ruined what was left of that magical moment. Kids...amiright?!

It was slowly creeping out the front of her diaper, so to save the appetites of those around us, I quickly covered Lenna with my jacket and rushed her to the truck for a diaper change. It. Was. EVERYWHERE! In pure amusement (I'm sure), she was waving her arms up and down in an aggressive manner, touching her poopy tummy each time. I managed to get the onesie up over her head without getting poop on her face, but it was on her arms, legs, hands...oh my gosh. I was panicked. This was BY FAR the worst poop experience I've had since becoming a new Mom!

Just when I thought we were over the obstacle, she pees. Mid diaper swap. And because of the angle she was laying in the back of the truck, it ran down the changing mat and onto my shirt, shorts, and shoes. Most of it landing in the Weathertech floor mats. As I reached for a wipe with lightning speed, she pukes. And of course I left the burp cloth back at our table. Rookie mistake.

At this point, I know she's testing me and I'm failing. I decided the situation could NOT get any worse (I mean, liquid had already come out of all of her holes), so I frantically called Dane who was still back at the bar.

"MAYDAY MAYDAY!!!!!"

Without any questions, he just responded that he was on his way. When he got to the truck, I had explained everything that had happened, and we just stood in the parking lot laughing so hard we could hardly stand. Poor Lenna was just laying there, waiting for her parents to get their shit together. 

Luckily, we had hand & face wipes to clean her body, and an extra set of clothes in the diaper bag. We were able to head off to Breckenridge and enjoy the rest of our day! ​

I know I'm not alone here....what's your best baby disaster story?! Share it in the comments below!

Xx  Heather