A lesson in creative diapering

Now that I have 2 children, I find myself beginning to occasionally slip into a state of constant frenzied movement. I am battling the moving mess, the food schedules, the camp schedules, the play-dates, all the fun and sometimes not so fun (diaper blow-outs, sudden spit-ups, boo boos)  things that come with 2 children.

I usually have it somewhat under control. My years of working in customer relations and corporate ops have come in handy, who knew? I usually have a pre-packed bag for every occasion.

Last weekend I thought the bag was sufficiently packed. All of a sudden I found myself in a pinch. After turning the diaper bag inside out and backwards I found myself without a diaper. Fret not, with some duct tape from my friend (notice how nicely it coordinates, by the way) and a chuck (I always carry a few for diaper changes on the go) we had a makeshift diaper that looked great, worked well, and kept baby dry and happy. Just call me Mommy McGuyver. And, because we were in the city, my husband returned just a short while later with new diapers. The happened to be the Huggies Jeans diapers which were very cute.

Here comes the "music truck"

My husband left the house yesterday, locked the door, and quickly came back in. "Here comes the music truck" he said. And, we both burst into laughter. For many years we shared a little secret. It wasn't exactly lying, but we preferred to call the beloved, yet parent-dreaded ice cream truck the "music truck" instead of by it's proper name. At the time, my daughter completely bought into it, even announcing it's arrival in the neighborhood. That was until last summer when upon hearing those familiar bells and music my then 4-year-old said, "You know Mom, that really isn't a music truck, it has ice cream and stuff" to which I nonchalantly replied "Oh, really?" not letting on one bit that I knew what it was. But, now the cat is out of the bag. My husband and I will never be able to keep that a secret from the new little one, or can we and just ask my daughter to play along?