We spent the morning at the Mall of America with M.D.'s Nana. I attempted (and succeeded) in my first poopy diaper change in the car. I can't STAND the bathrooms at the Mall of America. I liken them to airport bathrooms, which I have had no respect for since I flew to Arizona to visit my Grandpa and walked into the MSP airport to find a giant shit on the floor. Not from a baby, not from a dog, a giant adult human shit just sitting in the middle of the bathroom floor. Unreal. So, when we arrived at MOA I could tell we had a situation on our hands. It wasn't glamorous, but I got the job done with no poop anywhere but in the diaper. :)
This shopping trip was a huge event for me. I now know the true sacrifice of being a mother (note the hint of sarcasm coming...) you don't get to shop for yourself anymore. Honestly, before I had M.D. ALL of my extra money went to clothing, accessories, shoes, household decorations, etc. When my mom asked what I wanted for my birthday, I had one response: CLOTHES. I haven't gone clothes shopping since I was picking out stretchy maternity clothes during my pregnancy. While I am very thankful that I now fit in all of my pre-pregnancy clothes, the reality is that they are "old". It was so fun to be able to pick out NEW clothes that were in style THIS YEAR :)
When Steven asked what I wanted for my birthday I answered him the same as I do on every holiday: I'll pick it out. My tradition with Steven is that I will pick out/order/buy whatever I want "from him" for my birthday. He then just gives me the money to pay for it. It works out nicely because he doesn't just like giving me cash, but I know what I want and I like to pick something I know I will really enjoy (control freak?). This year I picked out an awesome bag that I found on Etsy.
I ordered this bag and I absolutely LOVE IT. It works great as a tote bag/diaper bag/beach bag/etc.
I plan on using it primarily as a diaper bag (duh) but I'm excited that it doesn't look TOO "mommy" so I will be able to use it as a large purse or just a tote when I no longer need a diaper bag (in 500 years or so).