Anywho, she was having CD release party at 6pm! Such a good baby friendly hour. We were so there.
Earlier that day we'd been at the park playing in the sandbox/mud box (our local park has a sandbox with a faucet in it! Mudbox!!!!) Lisel was sufficiently wet and sandy, so much so that she needed a bath, which we gave her.
And then I dressed her.
And then we went to the gig.
We were a little late. Amy had already played a short set. But there were still people hanging, and so we hung. We saw Cat and Rose and Janise and Betty Soo and a dog named Atticus. And then Lisel needed a break. She found some gravel and commenced with moving rocks from one place to another.
I saw a friend of mine (hey Heather!) and left Dave and Lisel with the rocks while I went and said got my hug and chat on. Good times.
10 minutes later Dave came up holding Lisel in his arms. I was so proud to see my family! And the Dave spoke.
"I don't wat to belittle your mothering skills or anything, but I think you forgot to diaper our daughter before we left."
"She felt really wet, and I checked and um, there's nothing there."
Ummm. Uhhhh. Oh man.
My pride transformed into major embarrassment.
Because dude, who forgets the diaper?
Me, I guess. I was just too excited about going to see a show.
My baby went commando.
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