Wardrobe malfunction

The majority of my Labor Day weekend was great.  Saturday at the football game was awesome and true to form, Brady was a trooper.  I went to bed feeling good, but at Brady's 2 am feeding, I felt like I'd gotten run over by a truck.  I struggled through a few more feedings and around 8 am I took my temperature.  When I saw it read 101, I didn't feel guilty about asking Eric to hang out with Brady so I could sleep.  Eric was kind enough to take Brady to church while I rested.  It was an 11 am service so I was surprised when I heard the front door open a little after 11:30.  Eric brought Brady upstairs and what I saw was worth getting out of bed for.  Pardon the poor picture quality, I snapped a picture on my phone before crawling back into bed.

Seriously mom?  You left me alone with him again?

Wondering why I have a naked child in the car seat?  I was wondering that myself.  Apparently, Brady had a blowout to rival all blowouts and while dad went prepared with diapers and wipes, he forgot the change of clothes.  See, he usually just takes my diaper bag when venturing out without me, but it seems that the yellow and gray color scheme isn't his style, so Sunday morning he decided to create his own diaper bag (aka a backpack).   Ironically, I've been carrying around the same onesie for over a month now in my diaper bag, and Brady hasn't needed it.  Fairly fitting that he chose Sunday morning to soil his outfit.  Anything to get out of church...