A few months ago Tyler decided to go to Cabela's to pick up some new work boots for when he's on the job site. He decided to take Mr. Baby with him so that Mommy could have some relaxation time - I know, best husband EVER - anyway, he decided to be smart - not - and bring the baby into the store without his carrier, and this wound up posing a little problem. Tyler could not try on shoes and hold Griffin at the same time. I guess a lady in the same aisle saw that he was having problems, so she offered to hold the baby for Tyler while he tried on shoes. When he came home I freaked out and interrogated him for like 20 minutes about what kind of person she was, if her hands looked clean, and so forth...
A few months later...this last weekend actually...we were in St. George about to go to breakfast when the Griffster decided to have a HUGE blowout that got all over his lower half. It even dripped into his socks. So Tyler decided to take him out to the car and change him on the back - hillbilly style, because it "had more room" than doing it like a civilized person in the restroom. He was out there a long time, so I decided to go out and see what he was doing and if I could help. He was standing in front of the car, holding the baby's poo covered legs up, talking to a young couple.
IT WAS THE SAME LADY THAT HELD OUR BABY AT CABELA'S.
...............insert horribly embarrassed mother here...................
This lady HAD to be thinking that we were the most inept parents on the face of the planet. Last time we couldn't even hold our own child at the store, and this time we have his butt and poop exposed to the world in front of a RESTAURANT, and not just any restaurant...a restaurant on the entire other end of the state. Maybe they were stalking us, I don't know.
Gotta LOVE parenting :)
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