Our neighbors invited us over for a cookout on Memorial Day. Just our two families. And they live next door, so our yards just run right into each other. Thankfully they decided we should eat outside and we stayed outside pretty much the entire time. If I didn't know better, I would say they are psychics. Before we had a chance to eat, Sam had explosive diarrhea that required not only a diaper change, but a change of shorts as well. After fiasco one, we began eating and between bites of hot dog and potato chips he walked over to where I was sitting to say "Mommy I feel sickBLARPH" and proceeded to projectile vomit all over the ground, my feet, the general vicinity, etc. We ended up putting the sandbox lid over the grossness and moving the table, chairs, and tent over to get away from it. Then he had more explosive diarrhea, causing another change of diaper AND wardrobe, and then became a perfectly normal kid running around like nothing ever happened. Plus, he needed a brownie you see.
You're probably thinking now, wow, that's all really gross and couldn't possibly get any worse. And you would be wrong, because in the midst of all the brownie eating, Olivia managed to cover herself with lots of dark brown fudgy brownie. But when we lifted her out of the booster, we discovered that wasn't the only brown substance in which she was covered. There was a liquidy brown substance that looked pretty much exactly like chocolate ice cream coming out the back of her WHITE capri pants, down the back of both of her legs, and onto the bottom of her WHITE polka dot shirt. The cleanup was gruesome, and I was laughing so hard I almost peed my own pants, which really would have ended the evening for everyone.
Aah, another holiday, and another chance to leave human waste all over our neighbor's yard. We love being the Disgustingtons. Don't be jealous...we can't be EVERYONE'S neighbor.