‘Why is she wearing a plastic bag?’, the girl working at the gelato place asked about Margo. I started to tell her and then I just said, ‘It’s a long story…‘.
It all started as a walk to the playground, at which, I had an elimination communication epic fail. Goldie did a poo in her diaper while we were sitting on the bench watching Art and Margo played on the swings. Even though I had brought spare cloth inserts, I hadn’t brought any covers. The poo had gotten onto the diaper cover too. I did my best to wipe up the mess with the clean part of the cloth diaper. Of course, I am never prepared, I didn’t have any tissues, wipes, anything. Without a clean diaper cover, the only thing I could do was to wedge the clean cloth insert in between her legs and hope that I would catch her next pee, rather than it soaking both her and I while I carried her in the baby wrap. It was really nice out. Everyone was out and about at sunset, and we wanted to go for a walk down the beach path, but the only way I could get Margo to leave her permanent swing station was to promise we could use the bubbler (what we call a water fountain here). Of course, Margo got water all over herself and soaked her shirt.
Then she bolted down the foot path!
As we were walking, Art spied a strategically placed city council ‘neat and tidy’ initiative: a box, filled with blue plastic bags for dog owners to use. Art thought it would be a great idea to use the plastic bag as a wee-barrier, just in case Goldie did one in the baby wrap. So, I shoved the bag in between the diaper insert and my clean dry shirt. A little protection for now, just in case!
We were really close to this restaurant and it was getting late and I didn’t feel like cooking and making a mess in the kitchen. I made a plea to go eat there. Margo and I ordered some food, while Art ran home to get the car, a diaper cover for Goldie and a shirt for Margo While we were waiting for our food, Goldie started fussing and wanting boobies. So, here I was, with one kid topless, the other one bottomless, and breastfeeding in public.
Art came to the rescue, just as I was finishing Goldie’s feed and just as the food came out. He brought the diaper cover, but forgot Margo’s shirt. After we finished eating, and I had put a proper diaper cover on Goldie, Margo found the plastic bag that had been wedged in between Goldie and I. ‘THIS BAG IS NOT A TOY’! I kept thinking. Anyway, this funny 30-something guy with tattoos and piercings , was sitting near us. He had a shirt on that said something like, ‘If I’m not wasted, then the day is‘. He saw Margo playing with the bag and said something like, you could use it as a shirt. Art thought that was a great idea and ripped a hole in the bottom of the bag. She was a little shy to try it on at first, but then got a compliment from a lady passing by and decided it was a really good attention getter. Then we all walked down a few shops to get some gelato, and that, is why Margo was wearing a plastic bag for a shirt.