The Picnic Fail

A few weeks ago, we eager beavers decided to try for a picnic on a Sunday afternoon at our nearby park. Cheese, crackers, hummus, blueberries, ginger soda, salami, and sourdough bread for us, milk for Noah.

We were feeling pretty proud of ourselves for pulling this off.

Minutes after we settle, we notice a swarm of wasps hovering in the nearby grassy area. Being the nervous first-time parents we are, we thought it would be safer to move across the park.

At the exact moment Terah had crossed the lawn with our stroller and picnic regalia, Noah decides to regurgitate the entire contents of the bottle he had just downed. I'm not talking mouthfuls. The. Entire. Bottle.

The following scene ensues: I'm yelling for Terah to come back and help me, Terah's rushing back, the stroller catches on some bump in the grass and topples over - spilling our belongings all over the grass, and Noah continues to gift us with a firsthand view of what's in his stomach. And did I mention everyone was staring at us?

Needless to say, our picnic ended up on our dining room table. With Noah in a fresh change of clothes!