My husband and I surprised the two youngest boys with a picnic/trip to the zoo yesterday. They were so excited even though I take them to the zoo at least once a week. It was immediately after taking this picture that I realized Elliott had an accident and could feel (and smell) the wetness through my jean skirt. It all sort of went down hill from there. First, I try to change a wailing toddler's diaper in the grass with a peacock invading our space (I realize it's his home, but it was way to close for my comfort - like a couple feet away). The only option at that point was to go home because taking a toddler to the zoo in only a diaper and me walking around with poo on my skirt wasn't an option. Both boys are crying because we're heading back to the van and not in the direction of the zoo entrance. Fortunately, we search the van and find an extra outfit for Elliott. But what about me?!?! I knew if we went home there was a good chance we would not go back to the zoo, so I took one for the team. August 9, 2017 I walked around the zoo with poo on my skirt! Multiple meltdowns and a bloody knee followed, but I wouldn't change a thing. I love my family, we're not perfect, but we make ALL the memories!