Just a funny story

Ok, Im enjoying this blogging thing so I thought I would tell a funny story. A couple of weeks ago Bec and I decided to go to an Australian breatfeeding association mothers day celebration thing in Melbourne at the Docklands with our two bubs. Chloe- 7 months and Lincholn- 3 months. We decided to add to the adventure by catching the train from Marshall station, which is walking distance from my place. So we set off for the day thinking this could be interesting- Chloe in particular is known for the suprises she can pull when out in public. So the first challenge we had was actually fitting on the train. The old style Vline trains are not designed for mothers with prams. So with everyone all squished in, giving us VERY dirty looks, the train began its journey to Melbourne. I got lucky, Chloe slept in the pram most of the way, the pram was sitting in the middle of the isle and everyone had to squish past it. But she slept. Bec and I ended up sitting miles away from each other, I had another mother with a 6 month old baby on her lap next to me so we had alot to talk about. Bec, however, ended up sitting next to a man that refused to acknowledge that she was even there. She ended up squished on half a seat against the window with the old guy sleeping next to her snoring. Luckily Linc slept the entire way. So far so good.

Next we walked to the docklands and spent the day checking out the exhibition. Again, all good. Chloe slept when tired and was happy enough when awake. Linc still slept. We then decided to stop for a donut on the way back to the station. We were ready to leave but were an hour ahead of schedule. I checked the timetable and noticed there was an earlier train leaving within 15 minutes. Bec tested out her jogger pram as we raced for the station. As we squished back onto the train I realised that we weren't as organised for an earlier train as we could have been. Babies needed nappy changes and feeds. However, it was only an hour to Geelong, what on earth could go wrong?

This time we abandoned our prams at the front of the carriage and found seats further down, luckily next to each other. Chloe was having a great old time smiling at passengers and causing a bit of mischief. Linc slept for another 15 minutes and then he woke up. Bec was so happy to see her little fella awake. She turned him around on her lap so they were face to face. And this is when it all went wrong.

Linc gave Bec one gorgeous smile and then did a huge fart. Oh no said Bec and sure enough the unthinkable happened. Lincs poop travelled out the back of his nappy and onto the train seat and floor. It was everywhere! Nearby passengers tried to muffle their laughter and avert there eyes as Bec and I scrambled to clean everything up. Chloe was trying desperately to grab everything as we pulled out babywipes, nappies and a change of clothing. Once we had everything under control and Linc was wearing his second outfit of the day, Bec and I let out a sigh of relief and had a bit of a chuckle. What else could possibly go wrong?

Then Linc started to grizzle. Oh no said Bec. He is hungry. We looked at each other and laughed. Oh well! I said, better feed him then! So she did! The poor older fellow opposite Bec didn't know where to look. He suddenly became very fascinated with a spot on the roof. Bec and I were trying so hard not to laugh. Once Linc was fed, we once again sighed with relief. Until Linc started to grizzle again. Well, said Bec, he is still hungry, better feed him the other side! Once again the older fellow looked very uncomfortable and began studying another mark on the roof.

Although an eventful trip, Bec and I had a wonderful time. Where are we going to go next Bec? If you are still speaking to me after sharing this fantastic story! I'm just glad that for once it wasn't my baby! Not like that lunch date we had a few months ago at a certain Italian restaurant......That is a story for another time though!