MomGyver

Being a mom comes with many opportunities for extreme creativity.  Today was one of those opportunities.  This morning, I took all three kids to the Primary Easter activity.  (Ryan was down at The Yellow House for the inspection.)  The kids were divided up into groups and got to make the rounds to several different Easter-themed stations over the course of an hour and a half--and then there would be an Easter egg hunt. at the end.  To make things a little easier for me, I tucked Clayton into my Moby and rotated through the stations with Whitney. 

About 30 minutes before the hunt, she started doing the potty dance.  We made it to the bathroom in plenty of time and, since the three of us were a sizeable group, we used the largest bathroom stall.  Since the potty in that particular stall is so tall, I lifted Whitney onto the potty and then repeated several times the instruction to "Lean forward!"  When she was about half way done, she stopped leaning forward and got her leggings, skirt, and unders wet.  Great.

Now what?  I don't carry changes of clothing for my fully-night-and-nap potty trained child.  We had two options: leave the party or come up with clean clothes.  Kallie was rotating with her group and Whitney had been having a great time--I didn't want to call the party on account of a little moisture.  I gave all three layers a good inspection, just in case one was still useable, but there was no such luck.  I headed out to the car, hoping that somehow we had something clothing-or-unders-related in the resident 72-hour car kit.  Unfortunately, the resident had temporarily moved to the garage.

Fortunately, Clayton still wears diapers, and while they're 3 sizes too small for Whitney, they could still do the job.  I grabbed one and then grabbed Whitney's pink-polka-dotted fleece jacket from the back of the car.  Once in the bathroom again, I velcroed the diaper on, then wrapped Whitney's lower half in her jacket, zipping it up so the hoodie was around her waist.  I then tied the arms in front--and voila! she was wearing a pink-polka-dotted fleece skirt!  Good thing Whitney likes skirts.

It felt funny for a while, (according to Whitney), and she hid behind me while we were walking back to the main event.  But, once she realized no one noticed her make-shift skirt, she didn't seem too phased by the whole thing.  She finished the activity stations and then participated in the egg hunt with no apparent concern over her clothes.  When we got in the car after the event was over, Whitney said, "Mom, as soon as I get home, I'm going to put on pants!"  She was such a little trooper--and I succeeded at an exercise in creativity.