Social day, and diaper magic

It’s Wednesday. I think both playgroups are permanently dissolved, but one woman has been sending emails about meeting at the park on Wednesdays. Last week it was just her and me. I don’t know if the other ladies will reappear or not. For sanity’s sake I am assuming not, and then if it happens that will be nice.

Today was looking wet, but I still thought it would be a good idea to go out. I had called the coffeehouse yesterday (looking for my $100 weekly gig, haha). I’d given them one of my CDs in March or something, and called once in a while trying to get in touch with the owner, who hasn’t called back. So I decided to go there — have some tea and a scone and see if I could talk with the owner in person.

I picked up Melissa and baby Noah along the way. We sat in the back on the comfy couch, chatting, munching, watching Amy play, looking at Noah.

I did talk to the owner. She did like the CD. She would like me to play — perhaps just once, but maybe it’ll turn into more than that. And she apologized about only being able to offer $100 for two hours, but I was secretly thrilled. She says she will call to arrange a Friday evening or Saturday morning.

Just before I’d left the house, my friend Amy G (with the struggling baby Molly) called to invite me over, which was very sweet. We agreed I’d come after the coffeehouse, for lunch. And we did.

I changed Amy’s diaper right when we arrived. I’d put her in a diaper cover this morning, so I didn’t have a snappi with me (you can put a diaper and cover on together so that no snappi is needed), but I also didn’t have a second diaper cover — just some wool pants. So I managed to fold up the diaper and, with oldest boy’s help, get the wool pants on over it.

Several minutes later I saw Amy playing with a clean diaper. I momentarily wondered how she got up on the table and got it out of her diaper bag without me noticing, but didn’t really think much of it, and just put the diaper away.

During lunch, Amy rather suddenly wanted to get down. I told her she could wait patiently and sit with us while we finished eating. Then she said she’d peed, and seemed distressed.

Turns out, she’d managed to pull that diaper off her bottom, from underneath the wool pants, without disturbing them. So all through that time she was just naked under those wool pants.

Oh my.

We cleaned up, put a new diaper on (with the diaper cover), took a stroller walk, then it was time to come home and get ready for a nap.

I am still yawning a lot, but not as bad as yesterday.